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Tag Archives: September 11
The Ferry
For 2 years, I took a class every Monday night at the World Trade Center, in the North Tower. The ritual was: I would take the A train downtown, get off at Chambers Street, walk a couple blocks, and cross … Continue reading
May 30, 2002
The cleanup of Ground Zero was completed. Original estimates of the clean-up time were way off, which is not surprising, due to the level of devastation. Cleanup finished way way ahead of schedule. I was there that day, for the … Continue reading
September 14, 2001: The Rose Tattoo
This story is typical. Many of my friends who were here at that time have similar stories. Articles were even written about such things. But this is my version of the story. I was trapped in Hoboken for the couple … Continue reading
The Beach Boys Musical: A Bad Review
A new Broadway show just opened. It is called Good Vibrations and it is made up entirely of Beach Boys songs. I believe that the curly-headed runner-up guy in the first American Idol was originally slotted to be in it, … Continue reading
Tribute of light
I could see the two beams of light from downtown Manhattan last night, when I lay my head down on my pillow. Gave me such an odd feeling. Melancholy, reflective, yet … somehow … there was hope there, too. The … Continue reading
“I started with A”
Billy Collins, former poet laureate, wrote “The Names” in the wake of September 11 and read it during a special joint session of Congress in New York on September 6, 2002. The Names Yesterday, I lay awake in the palm … Continue reading
The Falling People
I found this article – “Falling Bodies, a 9/11 Image Etched in Pain” intensely painful to read … but I also felt compelled to finish it. It wrenches up the soul to think of the people who fell, or who … Continue reading
The Baltimore Boys
I had a terrible dream last night that something happened to the Empire State Building. Overnight, it was as though an earthquake had happened – only a very neat earthquake – which opened up an abyss down the side of … Continue reading
The Day After Tomorrow: A Stream-of-Conscious Response
It’s a load of malarkey. There were many many cringe-worthy moments, which I will list later. So cringe-worthy that I literally squirmed about in my seat, and a couple beside me burst into laughter at it. Needless to say, it … Continue reading
The Two Days That Came Before
Yesterday – I had some moments free, after my houseguests had departed in a flurry of “Bye”s … and I was writing. Which means – I let my mind off its leash. And it roams about, picking, choosing, peeking into … Continue reading