The following morning was, if even possible, almost worse than the day before. As I left my building, I saw the darkness in the sky to the south. I heard the sounds of an eerie silence. No traffic. Nothing. A lone firetruck passed me by, full of grim-faced firefighters headed towards the West Side Highway, destination World Trade Center.
The Shift – In Memory of 9/11
John MacDonald The Shift The shift began that fine summer’s day He arrived on time not a moments delay. Tactics on his brain and was considered the best Of all of […]