My Best Friend Janet Her Thoughts on the Morning of September 11, 2001
Thursday, September 11, 2008 at 22:01 
NEVER forget.
Janet lived, and still lives, in the shadow of the World Trade Center and September 11.
I have moved across the river since.
On that remarakble morning, the streets were filled with neighborhood folks taking their kids to grade school across from the entrance to my building on Greenwich and Chambers Street, which is a mere two blocks north of ground zero...Shops were busy selling coffee and croissants, business people still wearing light clothes appreciated the 'Indian Summer' extension, and I would have given that morning a 'one of the ten best days of the year' award had I not been in a bad mood myself.
It was day two of throwing Ron onto the street, literally, and I was late for a doctor's appointment...the later it became, the fewer cabs I saw.
At 8:40 or so I looked north up Greenwich Street to see if i could catch the eye of a cab a block up...just then there was a loud machinery whirr, and something like a cloud above...but none of that impresses a busy New Yorker... and I can't remember the sound at all, the sound when it hit, just the face of a mother walikng toward me with her child. She grimaced as if a car crash were imminent and she scooped her baby up and protected his head with hers.
I whirled around to see what she had seen, the impact, and I felt a sudden weakiness, as did others, and we literally swooned... some falling or staggering to the street, on one knee or just catcing themselves with one arm, or simply allowing themselves to lie there, in the middle of traffic to grasp what had just happened... we stared and wept at the sight of the fireball and debris coming from the south tower...I think no one at that moment thought the tragedy to be more than a mistake, a wayward flight school plane or a helicopter that lost control. At that point, when the outline of the jet was not visible, I reasoned that life is full of tragedy, and I jumped in a cab, not knowing I wouldn't see home again for two months...or that home would never mean the same thing. Photo gallery click here
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This blog is of course very sad, but demonstrates Lori's first-class ambassadorship for New York. No hate, just love.