I don't know how people live in New York City.
The daily reminder of September 11th, would be too much for me. When we got to our hotel room yesterday, the first thing I did was look out the window. When I saw the big area of open construction, I did not believe it at first. I really though it was just a spot where they were just building. Not
the spot where the World Trade Center used to be.
But there it was, two blocks from our hotel, the former spot of the WTC. Now it is just a hole in the ground with lots of cranes and construction equipment.
While Mary searched for coins so we could take the bus to Central Park, Robby and I looked at the pictures they had up for a memorial. I tried to explain to Robby what happened. But it is hard to explain to anyone how such a thing could happen.
I remember looking at this picture of a man running down the street to escape a cloud of dust thrown off from the collapsing building. I remember wondering if he is still alive. Where he is today.
Lower Manhattan is only five or six miles from Central Park. Our bus took nearly an hour to make it that distance.
We saw people ice skating and sledding in the park. Ben, Robby and I went for a ride on this carousel before we got some honey roasted cashews and headed back.
Back at the hotel we tried out the pool before we headed to Bleeker street for New York's best Pizza. I remember reading on the web that it was supposed to be a family restaurant. I felt so rushed, so squished there. I cannot imagine raising a family in New York City. The horror.
After eating some meatball pizza Ben was in a pretty good mood. The pizza was pretty decent.
Why is it I can just stare at pictures of Robby and Ben for the longest time and it is still not long enough? The piece of silly putty in his hand is supposed to be a dragon. Cool, a dragon.
The pizza was really quite decent. Thanks John.
The daily reminder of September 11th, would be too much for me. When we got to our hotel room yesterday, the first thing I did was look out the window. When I saw the big area of open construction, I did not believe it at first. I really though it was just a spot where they were just building. Not the spot where the World Trade Center used to be.
But there it was, two blocks from our hotel, the former spot of the WTC. Now it is just a hole in the ground with lots of cranes and construction equipment.
While Mary searched for coins so we could take the bus to Central Park, Robby and I looked at the pictures they had up for a memorial. I tried to explain to Robby what happened. But it is hard to explain to anyone how such a thing could happen.
I remember looking at this picture of a man running down the street to escape a cloud of dust thrown off from the collapsing building. I remember wondering if he is still alive. Where he is today.
Lower Manhattan is only five or six miles from Central Park. Our bus took nearly an hour to make it that distance.
We saw people ice skating and sledding in the park. Ben, Robby and I went for a ride on this carousel before we got some honey roasted cashews and headed back.
Back at the hotel we tried out the pool before we headed to Bleeker street for New York's best Pizza. I remember reading on the web that it was supposed to be a family restaurant. I felt so rushed, so squished there. I cannot imagine raising a family in New York City. The horror.
After eating some meatball pizza Ben was in a pretty good mood. The pizza was pretty decent.
Why is it I can just stare at pictures of Robby and Ben for the longest time and it is still not long enough? The piece of silly putty in his hand is supposed to be a dragon. Cool, a dragon.
The pizza was really quite decent. Thanks John.