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My
Tribute
Down
with these buildings came untold lives. Down with these buildings
came history. Below is some of my history in the World Trade
Center.
As every
true NY'awker... I have childhood memories of the observation
deck. Standing too close to the glass from 110 stories above
lower Manhattan made you feel woozie. What kid didn't ask
their parents "what would happen if I threw a penny off
of the roof?" How mad was I when they closed the observation
deck because it was too windy!
As an
adult, I landed a job across the street from the towers at
what was then Bankers Trust. Every day I took the E train
to World Trade. Every day I walked through the concourse and
shopping mall beside thousands and thousands of other people.
I had drinks with friends & coworkers at "Windows"...on
the World. I now understand why the elevator guard hated
briefcases. They'd always try to get me to check my briefcase
at the desk and not take it up to the restaurant. I never
gave in. As if I were going to leave my briefcase 100 stories
below me? I must have looked like a tourist! NOT!
- I
had a very strange man ask me if he could kiss my shoe in
the World Trade Center. I declined.
I must admit that I had really nice shoes back then.
- I
spent an untold amount of money at Borders in the World
Trade Center.
- I
interviewed for a job with the Coffee, Sugar and Cocoa Exchange
in the World Trade Center... though I just didn't drink
enough of it!
- I
had many laughs with my friends in the World Trade Center
while we gawked at the mannequins in Express.
- I
ate an unprecedented number of bagels in the World Trade
Center... who had time for lunch nevermind breakfast?
- My
son will never get to see the building where his mommy rubbed
elbows with the big boys nor the ever spectacular World
Trade. This is sad.
I
have great difficulty trying to comprehend that these structures,
and some of the buildings around them, are no longer standing.
Many lives along with the NYC skyline has changed forever.
My memories have now become history.
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BACK
DOWNTOWN 
On January 11,
2002, I finally took the long overdue trip back
home to NYC. I was able to convince an old friend
from college to accompany me downtown to ground
zero. In the rain, we took the pilgrimage to South
 Street
Seaport to get the golden tickets & read about
the new platform
proceedure.
Granted,
we had two tickets for the viewing platform, but
never managed to actually get on it! That would
have meant hanging around for 5 hours until our
scheduled time! Whatever happened to a NY minute?
We were outta there...
Nice
job Guiliani on packing tourists into the normally
vacant South Street Seaport! Yikes! Also, oh so
many thanks for making me walk all the way down
Fulton Street in the rain!
I loved the mosaic
eyeballs that covered the walls of the Chambers
Street/WTC subway station - of course I had to
take a photo!
I
miss seeing the eyeballs at the end of the line
on the E train! - djc
Ok,
enough - go see some
photos.
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