Side Line: How Ground Zero has changed
THE first time I visited Ground Zero as a tourist eight years ago was on a bitingly cold winter evening. The crater still felt, despite the portable huts, workmen and machinery, most definitely like a crater. Its size was incomprehensible. If my mission was to rubberneck ghoulishly on an epic tragedy, the dramatic vista delivered.
It was obvious who was from out of town -- we were trying to find messages and photographs pinned to fences, and read the names on a 9/11 memorial. We were dumbfounded.
Real New Yorkers walked determinedly on; they were finding a way to live with this aberration by trying somehow to make it just another part of the visual commute.