Every once in a while, I’ve been known to dump out the drawers in my desk, which are prone to fill with all sorts of items. Today, while sifting the flotsam and jetsam, I came across my photo pass from a visit to the World Trade Center, the original one. Here it is:
My visitor pass from the World Trade Center.
I visited a company I did business with there on the 36th floor the Friday before the attack. The following week, I was aboard a ship and didn’t know for many more days that my friends and business associates all survived. Sadly, many others were not so lucky. I’ll keep this the rest of my life as a tangible reminder of what happened.
