Very soon, it will be the 19th anniversary of what happened that day. Sad remembrance, tributes to the fallen, political comment will be made, and rightly so.
But I think of the happier times there too, working in a strangely tall building. Of looking out the window and seeing prop planes flying well below, on the way to Newark. Interior doors swaying on windy days. Being in a corner room while as the strongest lightning storm in the world was right outside.
Once, I met the famous shortstop and later announcer Phil Rizzuto in the elevator. Tiny man, pleasant to talk to. ( You’ve heard him many times, on the link, he kicks in at 3:33.)
One of the special times for me was on July 25, 2001. I was exiting the building after work, and what do I see but a free concert by Laura Cantrell in progress. How the hell did I not know of that beforehand. My plans instantly changed, and at some point, I was sitting in the audience.
This was a fond memory, made better still when I recently found this video of the show. It’s not professional quality at all, but I’ll take it.