Lower Manhattan, April 2002

I stumbled on the crater left by the World Trade Center by accident. It’s hard to believe that was 14 years ago.

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I'm the author of 199 Cemeteries to See Before You Die and Wish You Were Here: Adventures in Cemetery Travel, as well as a space opera trilogy. I'm also co-author of a series about a succubus and her angel. In addition to blogging at CemeteryTravel.com, I blog about my morbid life at lorenrhoads.com.
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5 Responses to Lower Manhattan, April 2002

  1. I visited the site in 2006 and it brought tears to my eyes. I think it was actually being there as opposed to seeing it on TV.. i wish I’d visited the small churchyard while I was there but after seeing Ground Zero myself I was in shock and feeling emotional.

    • Loren Rhoads says:

      The churchyard was amazing. I visited it for the first time a couple of years ago, when the new World Trade Center was almost finished. It was such a pleasant, green oasis in the midst of all the bustle.

      I still haven’t made it into the 9/11 museum.

  2. About a month ago a friend and I took a trip into the city. Due to some construction work on the PATH we wound up taking the line that goes to the World Trade Center. It was the first time since 9/11 that I’d been through there. It’s also still being worked on and overwhelmingly smells “new.” We hopped onto the subway line we needed without ever going up to street level because it was so hot that day. I had the most overwhelming sense of “normal” from the experience: Just people going where they needed to go. On this day, having that recent experience makes me feel a bit better. Though I’m not sure I’m up for the museum yet, either.

  3. The world changed that day. An actual scar on the history of humanity.

    • Loren Rhoads says:

      It was the same feeling that I got standing in Hiroshima in front of the Atomic Dome: what is wrong with humans that they do this to each other? It wasn’t anger at all, but such deep sadness.

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