You don't know the world ended until it happens, and you're in the aftermath.
The World Trade Center wasn’t just two buildings. It was seven, four more office buildings and a hotel. Emphasis on ‘was.’ The hotel was obliterated because it was between the Towers, and one office building was 47 stories before it collapsed right before I arrived.
They call it the Pile now. It stretches for blocks, and Manhattan is closed.
I spent the first night on the floor at St. Paul’s, and now I’m staying at a synagogue with other clergy that found their way here. The news told us the head Chaplain of FDNY died along with much of the emergency response leadership.
We're on our own.
Or maybe not.
They found a cross in the rubble yesterday, and I heard the President might be coming today.