I am sure all of you remember exactly what you were doing 10 years ago today. I know I do. In fact, I remember almost every detail of that day. I lived in California at the time and was a student at UC Davis. I had one of those awesome clock radio alarms. Instead of waking to music that day, I woke to the news men speculating on what had happened in NYC. Was it a freak accident? Was it on purpose? I decided to hop out of bed and turn on the TV in my room. There I saw the footage of the burning tower and watched in disbelief as the second plane came from out of nowhere-on live TV- and struck the second tower.
A few years later, I moved to NYC. I worked in an office in Jersey City and everyday, I rode the subway down to ground zero where I boarded the Path train to New Jersey. The Path train had been rebuilt by then, but it was still located in the footprint of the towers. There was not one day that I didn't stare at the massacred cement and metal beams and feel heart broken at the devastation.
|This was a picture I took from my office. I used to look at lower Manhattan and try and imagine what it would have been like to have worked there when the twin towers were still part of the skyline.|