Fair Weather Connection (Diary)

I lived in New York on September 11, and had just exited the cross-town L and was headed one block to 41st Street when I looked up and noticed what a beautiful day it was. The WTC was glinting in the dry, cool weather ... the unusually clear blue skies in Manhattan. I wondered how my former colleagues on the 71st floor of Tower 1 were doing. Such an uncommonly beautiful day in Manhattan. What a beautiful day. I should get in touch. Then the horror unfolded and the phone lines jammed.

I'm moved to blog about it now, if not very briefly, because during a recent visit through a Titanic artifacts exhibit, I read that a survivor of that horrible night said it was exceptionally clear: that the stars were especially bright and it was a smooth, beautiful night with a sea silk smooth.

I can't figure out the connection, but it brings it all back to life again. I don't really talk about it much.