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After Sept.11th.
On Sept.11th, Like everyone, as it happened I was in shock. I watched
the event on TV, then ran across the hall to my neighbor's terrace. I
watched the second plane hit. I totally blanked out about taking
pictures, as we watched the towers smoke, fall, and the trek of dust
covered people walking from downtown. I spent the next day, Sept 12th
at the memorial that Chico was painting on Ave A and 14th St. as we
all gathered together, some who survived getting out down the stairs,
still in shock, some who were already putting up flyers of
"Missing," with their children in tow. On Saturday, the
15th, I spent the day at Union Square Park sharing the memorials with
people, and their children. The park was crowded, people, lighting
candles, putting up flyers, saying prayers, and crying, alone, together. |
