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I don't tell many people about the E-Bay thing. I usually just do the easy version. Like today -- four weeks later already -- I walked into the salon and when the Dominican beautician who does my hair asked where I'd been (you know that question: "So where were YOU when it happened?") I already knew my answer would sound [...]
I remember... the sound and the smoke... the terror of the crowds rushing past... a dark cloud billowing toward me in a wave of debris, determined, absolute... Searching for a meaning in this memory, I look at other stories born on September 11 and see a shared vocabulary that is at once horrifying and epiphanic: "It was the apocalypse." "Like [...]
"Gotta Knit," is on the second floor of a walk up on Sixth Avenue in Greenwich Village. I heard about it from my girlfriend when she waltzed in the door one day and said, "I’m back from my knitting lesson," all breezy and matter of fact. "Your what?" I said. She told me about "Gotta Knit!" and all the women [...]
Last week ABC and Ted Koppel had on a panel of authors to comment on what has happened to our city and our world - the always-awful Maya Angelou, the cliché-laden David Halberstam, and two better sorts, NPR-favorite Bebe Moore Campbell and Jonathan Franzen. Whether it was Koppel or the facts that proved too much for them no one can [...]
I worked on the 54th Floor World Trade Center 2. On Tuesday 9/11, I was on the plaza of the World Trade Center when I saw the first plane hit WTC 1. It was 8:43 am. Since Labor Day we had been very busy and the entire office had been arriving very early for work. On Monday 9/10 I worked [...]
"I'm a sponge for everyone else's emotions," says Amy, a bartender in Cobble Hill, "but I feel like I can't release any of my own." It's a Saturday night after the World Trade Center disaster and though it's only six o'clock, the artsy hipster-ish Smith Street hangout is pulsing and loud. The Replacements' "Here Comes a Regular" is playing on [...]
When I hear about the plane crash in Queens, all I can think is, "I can't believe no one's talking about it." Then, after sunset, I'm thinking, "God, it's clear out tonight. Look at these stars." Our season of caring seems to be over. Later, at 3 a.m., I'm at 145th Street, waiting for the 1/9 train. There's a guy [...]
Some people around here watched the towers collapse from their rooftops. I didn't even think to go up to the roof. Like baseball, I preferred it on TV. Hell, I'm an American. When the second tower I fell I took a walk outside with my friend. We both live in Astoria and we both work at home (well, he's a [...]
It was not any ordinary day when I left home on September 11th. I was coming off a two-week vacation and feeling on top of my game and on top of the world. I had a new state of mind, a new attitude. I was refreshed and all aglow. I had used my vacation time to rejuvenate and replenish body, [...]
I was working at my job in the World Financial Center, just across the street from the two seemingly constant World Trade Towers when the first plane hit. Feeling and hearing the force of the impact, my co-workers and I initially thought the first plane was a freakish accident as we ran to and from the huge conference room [...]
American Airlines flight 574 bound for the Dominican Republic came apart in the air and crashed to the ground in Far Rockaway. Many of the firefighter's who had lost their lives in the WTC collapse lived in Far Rockaway. This happened at about 9:15 in the morning. Far Rock is 17 miles from my apartment‹too far to hear the crash, [...]
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