The very last place that I could ever have imagined would be the almost daily destination for my morning commute would be lower Broadway, across from City Hall. Each morning when I emerge from the subway, this is the scene that greets me – the spire of St. Paul’s Chapel, flanked on the left by Building 7 and the North Tower of the World Trade Center. Even for those who turned away from this past September 11th’s cynical 20th anniversary ritual of mendacious remembering, every one of this glorious autumn’s many blue-skied days evokes a memory of that unleashing of the Unspeakable into all of our communities.
Confronting the Unspeakable
Confronting the Unspeakable
Confronting the Unspeakable
The very last place that I could ever have imagined would be the almost daily destination for my morning commute would be lower Broadway, across from City Hall. Each morning when I emerge from the subway, this is the scene that greets me – the spire of St. Paul’s Chapel, flanked on the left by Building 7 and the North Tower of the World Trade Center. Even for those who turned away from this past September 11th’s cynical 20th anniversary ritual of mendacious remembering, every one of this glorious autumn’s many blue-skied days evokes a memory of that unleashing of the Unspeakable into all of our communities.