this week. My husband, a first responder before, during and after that September day, was allowed entrance if he chose. With me. But I politely declined. As a former employee of Union Bank of California housed on the 14th floor of 2 World Trade, I could not - correction - DID NOT want my fond memories of my first job at age 15 to be erased from the depths of my mind.
I felt important there. We were all important.
I remember finding out the O.J. Simpson verdict in the elevator.
I took cigarette breaks just to stand outside and look up.
I ate dirty water dogs and sat in the courtyard just to absorb the enormity of the place around me.
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