I grew up in lower Manhattan, just a couple of miles north of the World Trade Center. The Twin Towers were part of the landscape, like the Brooklyn Bridge and Empire State Building. They were thin and beautiful and dominant; you could see them from uptown.
I was in Frederick on 9/11, in the Starbucks on Rt. 40, and I overheard a woman saying that the Towers had collapsed. “You got that wrong,” I said. “The Towers are huge. They can’t just collapse.” She insisted and starting talking about planes and terrorists. It made no sense. I hurried home, turned on the TV, and it still made no sense. Watching the Towers crumble was surreal, the stuff of movies. I still can’t believe it.
Now, at least, there is a new Tower rising from what had been a gap in the skyline. And the new building is astoundingly beautiful, a sculpture really. It glistens and seemingly twists and, perhaps best of all, you can see it from uptown.