Well said: “It seemed everybody knew someone who knew someone there. It affected the world. We all became New Yorkers on that day.”
I lived in New York City from 1994 to 1999. It is a city unlike any other because everything is larger than life. The buildings there are so tall that most streets remain in shadow much of the day because the sun simply can’t reach them. Looking up and down the avenues you see nothing but a thin strip of blue sky between two rows of dark skyscrapers lined up on both sides of the street, one after another, until they disappear into the horizon. The company I worked for was located in a small to medium-sized building by New York standards. My department was on the nineteenth floor of a twenty-one story building – just a third of the size of some other New York buildings.
I’d always put off seeing the sights when I lived in New York, always thinking I’d get to it some other day. I was…
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Yes, I think the free world became New Yorkers that day and those of us living here will never feel truly safe again. Nor will we ever forget–forgive, yes, but not forget. Great tribute!