Guest In My Own Town: Revisiting 9/11


“Sometimes it takes seeing your hometown — especially when its a big, bustling metropolis like New York City — in the eyes of someone not from there to show you the wonderful things you take for granted.”

At least, that’s the case with me.


Orlando at the WTC Memorial, NYC.

My pal Orlando was visiting  me from Indianapolis this past July 4th weekend and as usual with him, he wanted to know and explore everything about NYC; where’s the best place to get a bagel; who’ll be voted in as next mayor; did you get caught in Supestorm Sandy; where do we go for the best pastrami on rye sandwich; where’s that place in Harlem where I heard you can buy a dashiki; is the Statue of Liberty easy to get to; what’s the next stop on this train; is that what the girls will be wearing this summer: shorts that look like panties;  ever ate at this restaurant before; are we going to see the fireworks tonight?

I’d have to Goggle most things of course, but I secretly admitted to myself that his excitement gets me excited about this old town. My grind is usually; wake up at 6am, go to work, come home, eat dinner, turn on the tv for some white noise as I work on my computer, then promptly in  bed by 2am (lol!).

I usually oblige my friend of everything, but the one thing I wasn’t at all comfortable with or even wanted to do was to visit the World Trade Center Memorial. Orlando is a middle school history teacher and he wanted to see the new buildings  and the September 11 memorial to incorporate in a lesson for his students.

All I knew about the memorial was that it had a water feature. That was it. I never really thought to go there — ever. I know of only two people who were at WTC who survived 9/11, and only one of them personally. I, like many New Yorkers have let that event slip into my deep subconscious where all the other ugly, frightening memories wind up, to be hashed out later in some, more reflective senior period. Or by a psychiatrist.

Orlando, of course, insisted that we go.

And well, when I tell you that the moment I walked onto the concrete promenade of the site I was struck by the awesome feeling of it being sacred ground, I kid you not! The sensation stayed with me the whole time we were there. With still plenty of noisy construction going on in gated areas around the plaza, I still was able to zero in on the distinctive sound of cascading water in an open area. We walked in the direction of signs that pointed towards the memorial which I was surprised to see was a gargantuan square hole dropped down several yards into the ground, with sheets of water falling into it from all four sides.

The water pooled like shimmering glass on the floor of the well, then flowed into a square canyon in the middle. From any angle that you stood around the monument you couldn’t see the bottom of that middle canyon, giving you the impression that it was endless.

Mixed emotions of grief, mourning, endings and new beginnings flooded over me as I stood mesmerized by the simple cyclical process of the water. I thought about the cleansing effect of water, the cool smoothness of the dark granite base as the water rushed over it, the endless cascade of water — like tears — and the bottomless well that would never be filled no matter how much water flowed into it.

I thought about Life and Death as this never-ending cycle and how the two things are what unites everyone and everything on this planet.

And I thought about how little we really know about anything.

The names of the thousands of victims of 9/11 who died at the WTC are engraved into the surrounding, wide metallic railing and people took to sticking small American flags into the crevices. There was also a twin monument yards away on the other end of the promenade as well as short, backless concrete benches scattered all around.

As I mentioned earlier, the site was still under heavy construction, but you can see that it will be beautifully serene when it’s completed. It was good for my soul to see something beautiful emerge from something so horrid.

My only regret was that we couldn’t stay to see the monuments lit up at nightfall, but my friend had other parts of my great town that he wanted me to see before his return flight home.

2 responses to “Guest In My Own Town: Revisiting 9/11

  1. That was a real telling overview of the emotion and thought that was invoked by this monument. I’m sure the creators of this memorial would be satisfied that what they set out to accomplish was done and after viewing the clip it resonated to me as well … just by viewing the clip. Okay Blu, another reason to visit NYC.



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