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.

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