The city felt like Berlin 1945
I felt like I was in a Graham Greene novel, especially when I was waiting [on the Queens side], with hundreds of tired, worried people, to be allowed to cross the 59th Street Bridge. No one was crossing any bridges at all, by car, train, bicycle or foot, and I wasn’t sure I was even going to be allowed into Manhattan. Continue reading
I first became aware on September 11, 2001, that something was up, so to speak, while waiting for a B train to Rockefeller Center at the 59th Street Station in Manhattan. I was getting a slightly late start on the day, having just come from voting for Mark Green for Mayor to replace Rudolph Giuliani. I was feeling pleased with myself for doing my civic duty and confident that my vote would count, which, after election 2000, I didn’t take for granted any more.
The trains were moving through slowly that morning, which is not too terribly unusual. The southbound platform in particular was not moving at all; trains sat there with doors open, confused commuters standing half in, half out, and no sign of any chance for movement any time soon. I heard an announcement to the effect that no trains were going to Brooklyn because of–I wasn’t paying close attention, so I don’t recall if the phrase was “police action” or ” incident”–at the World Trade Center. It was probably the latter, though, perhaps, the word might even have been “emergency.” That would have been an unusual phrase to hear over the MTA intercom, and you’d think it would have stuck in the mind. Continue reading
I just want to say thanks to people who actually stopped by my blog for the last couple of weeks while I was on vacation in Maine. I know it’s a strange concept: why would a person who has no “official” job need a vacation? Well, it was scheduled before I knew I wouldn’t be having a job.
In any case, I will be back up and running any day now…