For the longest time, I have noticed something when I look at a clock or my phone; maybe you have too? It is how often the numbers 9:11 seem to... more
Wow, that seems like a long time ago — and it was! When the big world — and my small world — were a very different place. My daughter, Hope, had just entered eighth grade at Hunter College High School — a long subway ride to Manhattan’s Upper East Side from our home in Brooklyn. My husband, Gus, was judging at a courthouse not far from our house. My parents were living at Battery Park City in the closest residential building to the World Trade Center, and I was working downtown on the corner of West Broadway and Canal Street. ...
by Ellen Meyers
On September 11, 2001, my daughter was 3 years old and my son was 7. It was my daughter’s very first day of school. She was to be a 3’s nursery school student at The Horace Mann School in Manhattan during the afternoon session. She had a first-day-of-school outfit laid out the night before her special day. We had breakfast. I had already walked my son to his local neighborhood public school at PS6. On my way back from 82nd Street and Madison Avenue, I stopped into a small convenience store that no longer exists, which was located at the ...
by eadler12@aol.com
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