On the way to take our kids swimming near Battery Park, blogger emeritus Brian and I stopped by for a look at the World Trade Center site, which neither of us had seen since the towers were destroyed. The unnatural openness gave me the shudders, and I envied Robert’s unfettered perspective. To him, 9/11 is just that strange day in utero when Mama’s adrenaline spiked, and Ground Zero is merely the ultimate kick-ass agglomeration of tricked-out construction vehicles.
While we viewed the site from the Winter Garden Theater, I snapped several shots like this one so I can show Robert that he lived here during a particularly interesting point in the city’s history, when what will arguably be the most famous structure on the planet was only a vast furnished basement and a few viewing stands.
As if on cue, Robert turned to face us, pointed across the highway, and exclaimed, “That’s New York! That’s where I live!”