I haven’t told this story to many people.

On the evening of September 10th, 2001, I was standing with a friend in the plaza of the World Trade Center, looking up at the towers. They were even more surreal-looking at night with the lights on. I felt the wind as it blew from the harbor up the river as it created gusts around the buildings.

I remembered how eight years earlier a bomb had been detonated in the parking garage beneath the site, but it hadn’t caused any damage to the structure. It seemed like they were indestructible, like manmade mountains of steel.

I decided that I would come back another night and visit Windows on the World, the restaurant on the top floor of the north tower. I thought I would always have the chance.

It never came.

GN 🌙 PV 🤙 

 Gn TD 🫂💜 

 Wow. I don't know what else to say. 

 💜 

 whoa 

 One Bomb wasn´t enough, but the tnt was. 

 Grew up in Kearny across the river where the HS has a perfect view of the skyline to see them go up over the years - the down was so fn horrific.  

 My dad used to work on Radio Row, the site that was leveled to make way for the foundation of the WTC. When it was completed, he was close to the same age I was at the time it was destroyed. Full circle. 

 Wow, that us such a trip! 

Looking back, I used to get annoyed that I had to be the tour guide for out of town guests that all wanted to go to the top of the towers. I occasionally have the urge to go back in time and punch my young douchbag face ha...