I lived on the Upper Westside and worked on the Eastside on 67th and York. I would walk to work every day, except if there was a blizzard or a hurricane. Most of my walk was through Central Park. On 9/11 it was one of the most perfect days New York had ever seen. I really enjoyed it, oblivious to what was about to happen. I entered the office expecting a chorus of good mornings, but everybody had their eyes glued to CNN on their desktops. I asked what was going on...
