In October 2001, I stood with my colleague peering out the windows of our office building, 195 Broadway, into Ground Zero below. It was our first day back at work, and we watched the steelworkers make bright-white arcs as they deconstructed what was left of the World Trade Center. “Do you think they’ll reopen the Borders [bookstore]?” she asked me.
The next step in normalcy, after clearing the pit of human remains and debris, would be setting aside space for a memorial, and rebuilding. We were lucky: We would see it happen. How long could it take?
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