I lived in NYC for nine years but only went to the top of the WTC once, for a job interview at Windows on the World in May 2000. I declined the job for another job, the job I had on 9/11. Now, I don't think if I had taken the job that I would have been there for the attacks, but I can't imagine losing all my coworkers and friends like that. I heard about the story of the chef, Michael Lomanaco, who went downstairs to pick up a pair of glasses and was in the shopping area when the first plane hit. I cannot imagine how it felt for him to look up and see his friends burning and not be able to do anything, and to know that he missed it by minutes.
On 9/11, I lived in lower Manhattan but I was lucky enough not to lose any family or close friends--my pregnant cousin got out. Unfortunately, many of my coworkers lost good friends, as our business had close ties to Windows on the World. A coworker was on the Staten Island Ferry when it happened and she watched as her best friend died and her fireman brother went in (he got out; the ferry was turned around). And then of course every "missing" person seemed to be a friend of a friend. A good friend was at the Marriott that day and had bodies fall right in front of him, through the atrium. He was incredibly traumatized. I read the story on this thread of the woman who was at the Hilton and I don't know how she got through it, seeing what she did. I don't know how any of us got through it, to be honest.
I managed to get down there two days later, before they set up all the roadblocks and checkpoints. I got to within a half block and took 20 rolls of film. I still can't get them developed. I won't go on about it, but of all the memorials, the twin blue lights were my favorite--simple and beautiful. But even those could only illuminate the gaping void left.
I seem to remember reading a lovely essay by Philippe Petit in the days after 9/11 looking back on his walk between the towers and what the loss meant to him and to everyone. I've been looking for it since seeing the film but I can't seem to find it. It was very touching. I think it helped a lot of people who looked to him for calming words in the wake of such a tragedy.
The thing is, Bob, it's not that I'm lazy, it's that I just don't care.
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