(Just Like) Starting Over

I never met Tom. And I never will. Tom and I worked together. Sorta. We worked in the same building. A big building. ...

There are places you want to be. And times you don’t want to be there. I can’t imagine being in New York on September 11, 2001. Or in Little...

It looks like a movie. A horror movie. The images are surreal. But they are real. Too real. The destruction is unconscionable. One tragic sc...

At about 1:15pm Saturday afternoon, I was riding the C train from Penn Station to Ground Zero on the ninth anniversary of the day that chang...