It has always looked proudly north,
at the Empire State Building.
I was 4 blocks to the north on 9/11.
We heard the news and ran outside and saw the tower roaring with fuel-flames. You know the rest.
We watched as much as we could take until going back inside to try to calm down.
But the Flatiron?
She never flinched, refusing to acknowledge what was going on behind her. She’s better off for it.
Me? I stared intently for over an hour.
Rebuilding Ground Zero is taking forever.
Inside I’m on about the same pace.