The night before leaving for New England, we stayed at the Millennium Hilton, across the street from the remains of the World Trade Center.
The hotel was damaged in the 9/11 attack. At one time it was believed it would collapse.
I sat outside that evening with my journal, not writing, just looking across the narrow street. Blue panels hid all but the booms and jibs of cranes. Passing pedestrians seemed to take no notice. Except for signs identifying the area, it could have been any other construction site.
I wondered whether any of the current hotel staff had been working on 9/11. I wanted to ask but felt the question would be an invasion of privacy. The building has been repaired, but people who experience that kind of horror aren’t so easily restored.
The next morning, I took photos of the site from our room.