9.11. Numbers, a phrase, a date that means so many things to so many people. Here in New York City, this date has approached holiday status as a national day of mourning. The flags are flown at half-staff. Commemorative ceremonies begin early in the morning. Names are read. Families read remembrance eulogies. The NYFD are... Continue Reading →
No Day Shall Erase You from the Memory of Time
Somber. Saddening. Melancholy. Reverent, Anger. Awe. Fascination. Pride. All kinds of feelings run through your mind. I stood in the darkened corridors of the 9/11 Memorial and Museum. Hundreds of people wander through the hallways, some alone, some couples, families on a vacation, and some in groups with a guide offering narratives of displays. All... Continue Reading →