A day to remember
My post on 9/11 is up at The Impolitic. The part my Noho readers will be interested in, and I was there on that day, is the first paragraph.
On this day four years ago, like most of America and perhaps the world, I was riveted to my TV set, watching the planes crash into the WTC, over and over again in that endless video loop. Nobody got any work done in my office and I later stopped at what was then known as City Cafe because I didn't want to go home alone. For the first time in my life I was truly scared. My dear friend Harry McColgan spent the night with me. When he left in the morning I said, "Harry, the world as we know it ended yesterday."
The rest is here.