Largely decaffeinated, Guinness loving post menopausal suburban working mom with a potty mouth.
that's it? Share a story about today in the past.
What can I say? That I worked in NYC on that day, I worried that my linen top would get wrinkled on my two hour train ride in, I was talking on the phone to my friend Stew-it when the first plane hit, how I didn't realize that I was even able to see the WTC from my floor until I saw a sliver of a building on fire. I listened to everything on WCBS radio because there was no way to watch what was happening. I panicked when the pentagon was hit because I thought the world was out of control. How my plan to get home was just to stand in the street clogged with New Yorkers waiting for Penn Station to reopen. Then the farther I got from New York the worse I felt. The next day Pat Ferguson gasped when he saw a photo in the Times of a man falling from the WTC. I saved that paper, it's on the shelf in my clothes closet with a bunch of other articles I've kept over the years, mostly about how people have coped, how buildings have been repaired, how the lost are remembered.For months thereafter I would see firetrucks laden with flowers drive past my building. How now, I still meet people who lost loved ones on that day.Fourteen years is like a grain of sand on the beach.
BRAVO! Still my Heroine! You know the Person to Person memorial/museum at the site? I there when it was open during construction in 2009. Until then, because the images on the TV were only that, images. It was watching another disaster film. In talking to those people who lost people that terrible day, touch me to my NY soul. I came away feeling like something had been torn from me, yet believed that New York is the Greatest City in the World and always will be, simply because New Yorker's are the Strongest people in the world. You my friend are among those! Love you!
You're the newyawkiest b*tch I know, sister.
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