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The Eleventh Page of the World Trade Center Tragedy of September 11, 2001 |
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Ususally when I saw things exploding from the roof of my building in Williamsburg Brooklyn, it was Fourth of July fireworks, a decidedly more joyous occasion. |
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My neighbors reacting to this tragic, unprecedented sight |
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Watching and listening to Howard Stern, keeping a surprisingly level head as callers-in called for nuking whoever did this. Stern's focus was on the victims first. |
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Sometimes the smoke was black, sometimes grey |
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