A somber September 11th to everyone.
Thoughts are with all those who took those long walks home and those who didn't get the chance to walk home. It was a tiring ordeal for me(*), but as my father would've said, it beat the alternative.
(*)starting across the river, in Brooklyn. I wasn't in lower Manhattan. Fate (and jury duty) removed the possibility that I might've been on the PATH train below the towers at a really bad time, as I had been on the previous Thursday morning.
Good evening, TS...I remember your sobering, and VERY long, day. Will you post it again?