MASH

Drawn To Ground Zero

Every New Yorker has a 9/11 story, and mine is rather unremarkable.

I was driving my kids to school and turned on the usual pop radio station, but there was no music. A plane had struck the World Trade Center. By the time I dropped off my son Zack at school, the second plane had struck. By the time I dropped off my youngest, Jacob, then barely a year old, at my in-laws, the first tower fell. By the time I reached Yeshiva Of Flatbush to drop my daughter off, the world was in full-blown terror-attack panic.

The last remnant of the twin towers, one week after 9/11.
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