LB’s Blog
The One Who Got Away
To be honest I cannot remember his name or how I met him. So let’s call him Carl. I do know I was living in New York at the time. We talked about fishing up near Hunter Mountain in the Catskills. This area had bittersweet memories for me, of a relationship that had only recently gone sour, so when Carl said he was going trout fishing there the next weekend and asked me along I said “Okay.” I don’t know what I expected. We left the city in the early morning of a summer Saturday. We drove over the George Washington Bridge and...
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On that day in 2001, I was at home in Virginia when the phone rang and a friend told me to turn on the TV. The first plane had hit the North Tower. Smoke billowed out of the gash from the 92nd. to the 98th. floors. My daughter, the artist, 24 years old at the time, was in her Chelsea studio on west 23rd. Street. My husband was in midtown preparing for a morning meeting. I called my daughter first. She was frantic, bewildered, in shock. Not knowing what was happening or if there was going to be a larger attack, I told her to leave her studio...
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