I still couldn’t go, thought about it and realized I would just break down in seconds. I still “see” the hole in the skyline where the towers used to be. They were my directional touchstone when I lived in Manhattan.
All the posters of missing people on street corners, lamppost, and plywood on store fronts. And no horn honking at all. The one taxi driver said it was a tacit agreement, no horns.
I was there 3 weeks later, to do press with tech editors. Didn’t do that, I just listened to them share their stories, their loss & grief. I still remember the guy who was sleeping under a table of PCs in the lab because his apt was 3 blocks from ground zero & he couldn’t go home yet.
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