Danny, Clement and I visited the 9/11 Memorial a few weeks ago when we were in New York City. It was a solemn experience. I think many of us can remember what we were doing that day in 2001 when we heard the news. My wife and I were living overseas and were in a taxi on our way to meet friends after dinner when the radio broadcaster mentioned that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. I remember thinking that it must have been a small propeller plane that lost control and it never crossed my mind that it could be an act of terrorism. Once we returned home and saw the news, we like the rest of the world were glued to the TV. My wife and I had just visited the World Trade Center a month prior while visiting friends in NYC so it felt surreal. While the Memorial was a vivid reminder of the tragedy and loss, there were also visible signs of renewal with the rising of the One World Trade Center also known as the Freedom Tower. It was about halfway erected when we were there, with about two-thirds of the office spaces tentatively leased. It demonstrates the courage and commitment of people not willing to live in fear and is a tremendous story of triumph.
Side story: In the midst of the somber crowd, the three of us couldn’t wait to leave. Not because we were traumatized, but rather because there was no restroom. After large coffees, long security lines, and the visit with no restrooms in the vicinity, we needed to find relief. I suppose one way of dispersing crowds is by not providing any restrooms.