He would gaze out of his hospital window every morning across the New York City skyline. Doug Goodwin was trying to soak up everything while he could. His heart had been failing for ten years, and he knew, slowly, he was dying. He would stare far away, across the Hudson River, and think about the world around him. Goodwin became fixated on the World Trade Center. It wasn't every now and then but daily, morning and night. It was the anchor of American capitalism, but to him stood two towers of strength constructed in his prime. He worked as a...