Steve is a friend from the ‘hood. There was a time when, on any given Friday night, you could find us at the bar on smith and sackett. It was fun.

This piece was written on September 11th 2002 -- I love it because it speaks to the small ways in which we keep going. Steve was within blocks of the Towers when they were struck; Steve still works 3 blocks away from the site.
 
Hey Jamie, I loved what you wrote before.. Oddly, I can't recall at all what I did on Sept. 10th, 2001...
I know I was at the Yankees/Red Sox game with my Dad and brothers on September 9th and had a blast. It was the first time in over 10 years that all of us saw a game at Yankee Stadium together...My brother Tom scored these amazing indoor/outdoor box seats that came catered with hotdogs and beer. We shared the area with this corporate big-wig and his family. He and my Dad got to talking about their jobs and the guy told my Dad that he was supposed to go on a business trip overseas but was advised against it because of warnings about American's security abroad...eerie right?

Anyway. Would you have dinner with me and then we can tackle your bookshelf project? I would greatly like that.

Hope your day is going well. It's so weird down here. I've had some flashbacks- totally shocking...I really didn't think I was going to have them, but I guess it's inevitable with all that's happening today. It's a part of the collective consciousness and it's inescapable...

Looking forward to meeting your babies,