|Table of Silence/Lincoln Center|
Fifteen years ago, 9/11 became our impromptu house warming. We had friends and friends of friends over for the first time after we moved to Hell's Kitchen (Clinton). Because of the chaos and confusion, many could not get home and offices closed. We sat in the living room and watched the news. I remember the helplessness and confusion I felt in the days to follow: I could not even donate blood; there were so many donors. I remember being told to go shopping and being angry about it. Shopping? Really? Don't think so.