ts been 10 years since I saw the Twin Towers fall, 9/11/01. I lost a few friends that day;
Mike McCabe – Jim Martello – Keith Heffey- Bill Bauer-Glen Wall- Mike Tucker-Greg Malone;
And a number of others from the Boat and Monmouth county commuting I did not know well, but remember their faces. What a tragedy, what a waste… and Why?
I remember our Ferry arriving at the Wall Street stop..the first to arrive after the planes hit, and there was a sea of people waiting to get off the Island (Manhattan is an island). Paper was flying through the air amongst smoke, debris, dust and a silent panic and loud fear emanating from the electricity in the air from what has just occurred that morning.
I remember holding my friend Bob Penny in my arms as he cried from the images repeating in his head of watching people jump from the towers, and others borrowing my cell phone to try to call a loved one.
And I remember passing under the Verrazano bridge on our way back home and seeing Tower one collapse like a reverse Mushroom cloud I had only seen in movies to understand.
And if I forget, I can read the Log from the Ferry of those of us who were on that first boat back from Hell, or what was once the most vibrant city we loved to visit and now a burial ground we would on day rebuild.