Monthly Archives: September 2001

American freedom

Written on September 30, 2001 at 3:36 pm, by

It’s cold today in New York. I mean that strictly from a weather standpoint. The primary election runoff is heating up, with one candidate trying to fling World Trade Center […]  More

A quiet Saturday

Written on September 29, 2001 at 3:41 pm, by

It’s a quiet day in New York. It’s Saturday, and the weather is less than wonderful. I’m in a TV truck outside the Metropolitan Opera again, this time for “Wozzeck,” […]  More

Beyond New York

Written on September 28, 2001 at 2:47 pm, by

This morning was the first time since the 11th that I can recall hearing a siren. That wasn’t the only noise. The jackhammers started at about 7:30 am. I don’t […]  More

A different hero

Written on September 27, 2001 at 8:54 pm, by

In Central Park today, I passed a hot-dog vendor whose umbrella said “Historic Battery Park.” That’s located at the southern tip of Manhattan Island, near “Ground Zero.” Business must be […]  More

A new kind of politics?

Written on September 26, 2001 at 8:59 pm, by

Ever since the attack, Mayor Giuliani has given the impression of being willing to answer all reporters’ questions truthfully and fully, with certain exceptions. He didn’t want to dwell on […]  More

My World Trade Center

Written on September 25, 2001 at 4:13 pm, by

First, I want to apologize for something in yesterday’s report. Even though my point was that we cannot blame an ethnic group for the acts of some of its members, […]  More

Justice, yes, but . . .

Written on September 24, 2001 at 8:53 pm, by

In Colorado, one often encounters a license-plate-looking bumper sticker touting the driver’s “NATIVE” birth in the state. In some parts of the world, not even natives are considered part of […]  More

Another day , another memorial

Written on September 23, 2001 at 5:57 pm, by

Just when you think things are getting back to normal in New York, you encounter the strange. Last night’s Metropolitan Opera benefit was, by all accounts, a huge success. The […]  More

A Central Park Morning

Written on September 22, 2001 at 12:44 pm, by

Ah! A night’s sleep! It works wonders! The latest word is that the number of missing may be too large. Some may have been counted twice (or more). I had […]  More

New York – The Good Planes are Back

Written on September 21, 2001 at 6:18 pm, by

In the early 1970s, I lived on West 48th Street, just west of Eighth Avenue. Across the avenue was a firehouse, near the bus stop I sometimes used (and where, […]  More

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