New York is gray today. A complete opposite of those blue skies six years ago.
On the New York Times City Room blog, reporters and photographers reminiscence about where they were and what they were doing on 9/11. Here’s an excerpt from a reporter who was prevented from getting closer to the towers by a cop:
I decided to sneak around St. Paul’s cemetery and loop back around to the action via Fulton Street.
In my zeal to get close, I had not noticed the falling bodies. Then I nearly stepped into a puddle of blood that was congealing beside what looked like the titanium gear of a pulverized airliner.
It was then that I suddenly noticed the discarded briefcases, dress loafers and sensibly heeled office wear all around me. Off to the side, I watched as paramedics furiously tended to a stricken man, corpulent, middle-age and seemingly drained of life. Had he been grazed by a piece of falling debris or overcome by the stress of walking down so many flights? I never found out.
I swung around St. Paul’s, headed past the makeshift trauma center, and pushed against the flow of paralegals, mailroom clerks and suit-and-tie executives who seemed dazed but composed as they trudged eastward. Their silence was astounding.
You can read the rest of the post here. Other reminiscences here.
Photos from Peru to follow on a more appropriate day.
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