Thursday, September 11, 2008
The columns of light memorial. (More)
Seven years ago, my kids saw the towers fall from their school. I spent a good part of the day at St. Vincent's hospital, where most of the casualties were brought...
I was going to write a longer post about the WTC: About all the times I was in it for business, and ran through it as a Manhattanite on the move ... how I never really liked those buildings ... maybe because they nearly killed me when as a teenager, on a lunch break from my first summer job, eating a veal parmigiana sandwich sitting next to the construction site as towers were being built, in the middle of a hot July, a big freakin' piece of ice fell out of the sky and landed right next to me (off the top of the building? out of a workmen's refrigerator?) ... about how I was stuck in an elevator in there once, way up ... how I knew American culture had entered its decadent era when nipples appeared on the mannequins in the retail plaza ... about the shame of the bungling at the site for the last seven years ...
But it doesn't seem right for today.
Maybe at the next half-year anniversary.
