What I’ll do with the anniversary no one wants to celebrate.
I was working as a receptionist on Wall Street and had been at my desk for just a few minutes when it all started. After a long, horrific, and bizarre day, I walked the Brooklyn Bridge to my friend’s place in Prospect Heights (I wrote the whole story in depth elsewhere). I spent the next few days in shock, like most of us, before going back to work in Lower Manhattan again. People in…