I don't really feel like posting much today. In fact, I don't really feel like doing much of anything today. It's been four years and it seems not much has changed. Every year on 9/11, I wake up and usually don't even realize that it's 9/11, until I see the calendar. Then it's like... "Oh. It's 9/11 again." I hit the internet and see if there are any links I hadn't seen yet... any news I hadn't heard yet. I think I've seen practically everything there is to see on the Internet regarding 9/11. And of all the horrific pictures that have crossed my line of sight & cursed my sense of peace, perhaps the ones that disturbed me the most are the ones created by our youth... particularly the ones displayed here on the left.
While the pentagon was repaired almost immediately, the former World Trade Center is still but a hole in the ground... a hole in the sky... still, to this day, and perhaps forevermore... a hole in my heart.
One of my fondest memories of NYC is when Peg and I walked from Chinatown to the Brooklyn Bridge. Peg really likes that bridge. Completed in 1883, it spans 6516 feet across the East River, and at the time of its completion, it was the longest suspension bridge in the world. The main span alone is nearly 1600 feet long. I hope we are fortunate to have this great bridge for at least another 122 years. From there, we gazed upon the majestic beauty of the World Trade Center. It was a magnificent structure. The way it pierced the horizon was really something. The other buildings seemed nearly inconsequential in its presence. We walked maybe half way across the bridge and turned back toward Manhattan. We decided to head toward the World Trade Center. When we got there, words failed me. Words like big... tall... huge... all inadequate. It was so tall, that on a clear day, you really could see the curvature of the Earth. It was so tall, that if you looked around you may have been able to look DOWN upon a passing helicopter.
We took the South Tower Elevators to the 107th floor observation area, where we gazed back down to where we were before. The Brooklyn Bridge looks so much smaller from way up there. The observaton deck on the top of the World Trade Center offered an even more spectacular view. Peg and I watched the sun go down, from what I will always know, as the Top of the World. It seemed like the perfect day. But that was then.
There was some other stuff I was gonna post today, but I just don't have the heart or desire. It's too sad to dwell on this. Peggy's a Brooklynite. So what are the odds that she knew someone that worked in the World Trade Center? Perhaps pretty good, but... she did not know anybody who worked there. One would think that the odds of knowing someone who died there, would be even less. But life is funny that way and sometimes things don't work out the way you'd expect. As is turns out, she did know someone who worked at Carr Futures. As a NYMEX floor broker, he was not usually at the World Trade Center. He and 12 other Carr Futures brokers, were on the 92nd floor of Tower One on Sept. 11 for a breakfast meeting. Of all days... why that day? God bless you, Elkin. We miss you.
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