October 14, 2008 § Leave a comment
If you keep walking, you just kind of happen across the World Trade Centre site, St. Paul’s Chapel, and the cross. A lift from an earlier post:
The last time I was in New York, I stayed in an apartment in Queens that I shared with an ironworker who had recently emigrated from Ireland. It was the first spring after 9/11, and my temporary roommate was still working on “the pile,” where he had been stationed since the towers collapsed. One night, he felt like story-telling and told me about the iron cross, which he and his coworkers erected as a memorial to those who were lost. Then he stubbed out his cigarette and went to bed.
I’m glad I had a story to remember when I saw it.