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Late summer in NY. A day like
any other; New Yorkers loved
days such as th ese. The sky
was clear; the air was crisp and
life went on as it usually did.Taxi
cabs jammed in traffic, and some
commuters were too. Pedestrians
on the pavement heading to their
nine-to-5 enslave ment. A sense of
urgency had gone unnoticed but that
was business as it usually was. Men
and Women head ed to work, or to
drop the children off at daycare. Today
is September 11th 2001 and all is right
with the world. The sun rises, casting
the Statue of Liberty in seductive and
glorious silhouette; a shadowed sentinel
set in the harbor to greet all travelers to
the “Land of the Free”. Like those folks on
that inbound jet and others like it. It holds
the hopes and dreams of all aboard, as it does for all below. The airplane’s
shadow is cast ominously across the expanse of concrete, metal and glass;
a close pass to the constructed mountains above. Most unusual on this usual
day. Nothing changes on usual days. Usually, but not today late summer in NY.
CONCRETE TOWERS: THE SHADOW OF MEMORY
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