I finally went back to the site of the World Trade Center today. Well, not exactly to the site because you can’t get very close, but I got as close as civilians can. It was an odd experience because there wasn’t anything to see. I expected it to be emotional in some way, but there was just… nothing. Literally. I know it’s been said a zillion times, but it is very odd to see nothing where those towers used to be.
When I got to the barrier with the “best” view, I started talking to one of the military-type folks guarding the site. I told him that I used to work in the building and asked him what it was like at ground zero. He said it was bad. While we were talking, a plume of dust or smoke billowed up at the site. Apparently, that happens now and then as the workers reach a new pocket. As I was about to leave, the man I was speaking with shook my hand, hugged me and wished me well. I thanked him for the work he’s doing.
In other getting-back-to-normal news, I finally (finally!) started working out again after a long hiatus. Bringing this element of control (and self-control) back into my life feels even better than my first visit south of 10th St.
Due to the ongoing gravy train in our temporary office space (free lunch every day) I’ve managed to gain back all the weight I’d lost on the “office destroyed in a terrorist attack” diet. Ah, well.
I had a great lunch with Pucette at Vong on Tuesday. If that doesn’t sound like much of an accomlishment, you’ve never tasted Peking duck that’s so tender you can practically eat a whole breast with chopsticks. And the desserts… Thai tiramisu with chocolate sauce and homemade whipped cream. Fruit salad with white pepper ice cream and candied rose petals. Rose petals! Don’t even get me started on the soup.
And finally, this is my 500th post.