Today is the anniversary of one of the most painful days in our history. Forgive me if I don't wax poetic but I lived on 11th street between 3rd and 4th at the time, and it was VERY close to home.
For a full year, as I worked and commuted in The City, I mourned, without notice. Until it got close to the 1st anniversary and I realized that not only was I mourning, but my fellow New Yorkers were mourning as well.
I remember, I can never forget, and I hope that one day we, as a Nation, will get on the real path to right this wrong.