It is hard for me to put into words my experience on this last trip to NYC. The beginning of the trip was typical...my friend, Jimmy and I running to and from Soho, the West Village, museums, resturants, the subways and pounding lots and lots of NYC pavement. It was on the day of my departure, 9.11.2001 in which the world as we knew it would end. I awoke to the phone ringing frantically and as I picked it up I could hear Jimmy yelling on the other end that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. Here he stood in the middle of chaos,
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