Everyday, I get on a bus & go into NYC to work. As the bus goes down the ramp to the Lincoln Tunnel to enter Manhattan, I see that sad, sad sight, the smoke coming up where the World Trade Center used to be.
I'm a mess--very emotional--happy & grateful, angry & frustrated, depressed & melancholic--very quick to tears--had to stop wearing mascara for a while. Feel like my whole world has changed. You know, before 9/11, after 9/11...
A long, long time ago, I was temp typing during the summer to earn $$$ for nursing school---ooohh, I could type so fast once---the faster your typing speed was, the higher the pay scale...anyway, I was assigned a temp job in one of the Towers & I'd never worked there. I commuted in to Manhattan & took a subway downtown & got off at the WTC subway stop & climbed up the stairs to street level. So, where were they? I stopped a cop, saying, "Where's the World Trade Center?" He smiled & pointed UP. I looked up & there they were, right in front of me, so high that the tops were covered by clouds. I miss those towers.
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