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The message below was received via hard copy at the Chronicle/Ad-Visor offices today:
One of the joys of living in New York City was watching the construction of skyscrapers. The city was always in a state of noisy reconstruction.
From the four new behemoths on Sixth Ave. to the wonders of the new Metropolitan Opera House, the city construction was always exciting and different.
But nothing compared to the advent of two towers to be built at the tip of the island.
The press said it would be called the World Trade Center.
Amazed, friends and I found ourselves in the middle of its construction.
Because our New Jersey subway train was under the tower sites, when on photo shoots, our team had to walk through the massive developing structures on wooden catwalks to reach the down escalators.
Around us was blackness, a feeble string of blue light bulbs, and ear splitting noises as machines above and below labored to bring the towers to life.
Month after month the marvel took place, until they stood, two massive giants, shimmering in the summer sunlight.
In the daytime, they were wondrous, at nighttime, awesome.
They glowed with a thousand lights, while the communication tower twinkled its red warning signals.
At dusk, friends and I sat in front of the Rivera Café in Greenwich Village wolfing down hamburgers, marveling at Manhattan’s newest.
Everyone said the towers were awesome. The lobbies of both buildings were carpeted in soft purple and massive cathedral windows let in waves of dancing sunlight which reflected off the steel elevator doors.
Escalators would take us to the lower level to a coffee shop famous for its hot, sticky buns and gourmet coffee.
It became one o my favorite hang-outs.
One of the top floors housed the famous Windows on the World Restaurant and the trip to the roof, with its stunning view of Manhattan was overwhelming.
I assumed the towers would stand for a hundred years.
Little could we know the horror ahead.
First, the airplane, the tower, the explosion, the ball of fire and death. The rest is painful history. Time doesn’t erase the images or our meories of the victims and their pointless deaths.
From the first shovel of dirt to the last nail, I saw the towers rise and fall.
September 11 must never be forgotten.
This day is sacred.
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