March 5, 2016
(corrected 3/11/16 – breakfast error again!)
Today’s centerpiece activity was seeing the National September 11 Memorial & Museum, also known as Ground Zero. Before we did that we had coffee at Variety Coffee with Ken and Kathy. This coffee shop is like many others I’ve been too – good coffee, good pastries, and free wi-fi.
Ken and Kathy had some free time and knew we were going to the Memorial site, so Ken suggested that we take the water taxi from the N 6th St dock in Brooklyn to Pier 11/ Wall St in Manhattan. A short Uber ride got us from Jonathan’s to the N 6th St dock. Clearly Ken and Kathy are seasoned Uber users.
For $6/person is was well worth it. Not only was it fun but we were able to see the city from a different vantage.
From Pier 11 we walked west on Wall Street toward Trinity Church. We were in the financial heart of the USA. By the way, The Trump Building, while associated with you-know-who, is not the same as Trump Tower located at 5th Ave & E 56th St, also associated with you-know-who.
During the collapse of the South Tower (second hit but first to collapse) people sought refuge in the church. Besides dirt and dust, the only reported damage was the knocking over of a century old sycamore tree from falling debris. The courtyard that the tree stood in is about 500 ft from where the South Tower stood.
The four of us spent some time looking and reflecting on the memorial pools. These pools are where the North and South towers stood. Around all four sides are the names of victims who were in the towers, in all four planes, first responders, Pentagon victims, and the six who died in the 1993 basement bombing in the North Tower. I have include one aerial photo that I found on line.
Ken and Kathy had been to the museum before so just Cathie and I went. It is very well done and seemingly exhaustive in its coverage of all aspects of the World Trade Towers. Reasonably, most of the museum is devoted to September 11, but there are parts about the original construction of the buildings, the 1993 bombing, and the development of the museum itself. It is well worth going to if you are in New York.
By the time we left the museum it was 4:30 pm and we felt a little spent. All that remembered tragedy can be pretty overwhelming. We went back to our room for a little rest and then met up with Jonathan, Masha, Ken, and Kathy for dinner. Jon and Masha had lots of suggestions and we settled on Ethiopian. If you know me you know I like Ethiopian food. We took Uber to the restaurant. There were only two guys there – both workman proceeding with a renovation. It looked to me like we were too early by about a month. Jon had a backup plan and that was to walk a few blocks to Shinobi Ramen at 53 Morgan Ave. It is small and it was crowded. Some nice folks agreed to move and that give us enough seating for six. The food was good and Ken and Jon went out and bought wine (the restaurant does not serve). Another Uber ride back to Jon’s and we all called it a night.
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