If any of you find yourselves in NY, please do yourselves a favor and go to the 9/11 Memorial. I’ve walked on the train tracks of Auschwitz and seen the gas chambers of Theresienstadt, but they both paled in comparison to the awe and power of standing in a human graveyard that you lived through. I wasn’t even 5 yet, but 9/11 is the first day I remember vividly. I will never forget sitting on the floor of my living room before preschool, with one of the Towers smoldering on the television and my mother calling my dad, “a plane just hit the Pentagon.”
Everybody in New York City at that time knew somebody effected. Whether it was a friend, colleague, or friend-of-a-friend, every New Yorker has a story of either how somebody they knew died or barely Escaped the attacks by the grace of God.
Also, I strongly suggest everybody tune in for the Subway Series tonight. Yankees vs. Mets at Citi Field, it should be a very powerful program and game.