I dont have permission to put this up, but cubiclegirl puts it well....

wtc


"..I still think about it.


That's what I don't tell anyone.


I don't tell anyone that I still think about it every day. I still do. I don't think that I should but I do. I still tell myself to stop thinking about it. I still tell myself that it's ok to stop thinking about it.


And I don't tell anybody but I remember the signs. The signs outside and the ones inside. The font and size. The colors. The planters around the building. Watching the guy in charge of raising the flag in the mornings. I walk the concourse. I remember the soup stand. The bathrooms that were next to it. Walking up the steps up the escalator to the area with the FedEx counters and the USPS counters. .......


I think about the express bus. Dropping off and getting on. The people I sat next to. The people I streamed into the building with. The lines. The Borders Books, the flags of every country around the lobby. I remember the elevator banks and the fire command counter. I remember the elevators and how some were different than others and you had to be careful, or you'd press the wrong number. I remember how you had to check in and you had to show an id in order to get a visitor's pass.


I remember the Winter Garden and how I sat in there once with my shoes kicked off ..... I remember sitting in the Plaza on nice days eating ice creams. I remember the benches outside the Borders where I'd sit with a hot dog and a seltzer and watch the Century 21 clock across the street counting down my lunch hour. I remember running across the streets in order to go to lunch, go to the bank, go on an errand, go home. I remember sitting in the WTC Krispy Kreme and listening to "Native New Yorker". I remember overhearing a heated conversation a woman was having with Citibank....
I remember the greenmarket and the guys who would stand outside the entrances selling SuperBowl sweatshirts. I remember the Statue of Liberty and how it looked from our floor. I remember the homeless guy who sat on the steps next to the Au Bon Pain wrapped in what looked like burlap. I remember watching a Ticker Tape parade from our boardroom the day we all celebrated the Yankees and the World Series. ... I remember the plywood they had placed over some of the floor they were redoing in the concourse. ...........

I've gotten so much better about not thinking about it. Constantly.... "
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Randoms from a ferry ride...