In my career as a journo, I've bumped up against some pretty terrible scenes: the gas ovens in Auschwitz and Dachau, a graphic torture museum in Budapest, any number of murder and accident scenes and Ground Zero, the 16 acres of lower Manhattan that once housed the Twin Towers.
Not long after we met in a grimy London pub, the Animator took me to New York for my birthday. A trip up the North Tower was one of the highlights of that magical long weekend. The next time we visited New York, we spent a solemn hour walking around the perimeter of Ground Zero, reading the names of those who died in that terrible tragedy one bright fall morning.
Hard to believe it's been 10 years; for those who lost loved ones, it probably feels like yesterday. I can no longer watch the footage of planes flying into those beautiful structures, of people flinging themselves out of windows, of the wholesale death, destruction and carnage.
A friend of mine recently moved from Bristol to New York and I keep threatening to visit him; it would be wonderful to see how much the city has healed since our last visit. Joe, get that spare bed ready...
PS The New York Magazine has provided this outstanding tribute...check it out here
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