This is always a strange day for me. I still remember the city that day, watching the Towers just a few blocks down from the Empire State Building grateful for getting out of bed a little later than I had planned. My original goal that morning was to head downtown to that area but decided to hold off until lunchtime ( Read more... )

Today is always an odd day for me. I'm at once as brittle as that first thin layer of ice atop a NYC street puddle in early winter, and as solid as the firmament upon which NYC is built ( Read more... )