9/11
This day had such an impact on me that I just can't let it go by without commenting on it.
This is the one Portrait of Grief that really stuck with me since I read it one Sunday morning in November 2001, over coffee with JL in Midtown before going apartment hunting because his tiny apartment behind the Deutsche Bank building was uninhabitable.
This is the one Portrait of Grief that really stuck with me since I read it one Sunday morning in November 2001, over coffee with JL in Midtown before going apartment hunting because his tiny apartment behind the Deutsche Bank building was uninhabitable.