A Visit to the September 11 Museum

Have been putting off mentioning this as it's an upsetting subject for everyone involved, but here goes. I finally went to the September 11 Museum when my friend Greg was in town for the Bananarama show. Having out-of-town guests is always a good reason to do something you've put off or taken for granted as a NYC resident. So when he suggested it -- on a fittingly gloomy afternoon -- I decided it was time to stop avoiding visiting a place filled with so many unpleasant memories.

Although I had been in the vicinity shortly after the terrorist attacks -- my friend Larry and I walked along the Westside Highway the night the world changed forever and watched the scene continue to burn -- as well as in recent years as the fountains were put into place in the original towers' footprints, I'd never gotten up the nerve to actually go in. 

As I'm sure many of you know, the design is spectacular -- grand but somehow understated -- and set the mood perfectly for what was to follow.

  

To locate one of the nearly 3,000 names of the men, women and children killed in the attacks of Sept. 11, 2001, and Feb. 26, 1993, click HERE.

"The Last Column": To thousands of Ground Zero recovery workers, the Last Column represents a symbol of resilience after 9/11. Standing at 36-feet tall, the Last Column is a 58-ton beam that was part of the core structure of the South Tower. During the recovery effort, workers covered the beam with markings, pictures and tributes. 

The Last Column was removed on May 30, 2002, marking the end of the nine-month recovery period. In a large scale ceremony, the column was placed in a flatbed truck, draped with an American flag, topped with a wreath and escorted off the site by an honor guard. It was immediately transported to an empty hangar at John F. Kennedy Airport where it underwent conservation.

 No photos are permitted inside the archive -- the heart of the museum. But I can tell you that seeing abandoned wallets, purses, shoes and IDs belonging to people who were running for their lives that morning -- as I slept comfortably in bed two miles away -- and listening to farewell voicemail messages people trapped in the top of the towers left for their loved ones was utterly heart wrenching. And by the time I turned the corner to the Flight 77 exhibit and I saw a recovered seat belt and piece of the airplane that carried my friend David -- the co-pilot who was one of the two first people I met when I moved to Washington (in JR's, of course) -- during the final terrifying moments of his life, I was overcome with sadness and rage all over again, and found myself glad Greg and I were late for our next engagement that evening.

The person David was with when I met him in early 1993 was his best friend, Ken, a fellow American Airlines pilot. (I spent the morning of September 11 desperately trying to track Ken down and no sooner did I cry tears of relief when I found out he was OK, the two of us found out David was not.) Ken would quickly become my best friend in Washington. (David, who was in a longtime relationship with Tom so wasn't as readily available for drunken shenanigans, was my best friend by the transitive property.) Ken was recently in New York to celebrate his 59th birthday, so we went out for dinner and drinks. After having a few, we began reflecting on how crazy it was that he was about to turn 60 -- I met him when I was 25! We then got a little emotional, thinking about the people we had lost along the way -- our friend Larry died at 33 from bacterial meningitis; David was 39 on September 11, two of my close friends died from complications of AIDS and another friend of Ken's died young by suicide, plus my brother Bill was taken in the prime of his life -- and we both agreed that living to our ripe old ages was something we were extremely grateful for, and that everything from here on out felt like a bit of a bonus. 

I don't think there's a right or wrong answer as to whether you should visit the September 11 Museum. It's an important place that pays enormous respect to the people who died there, the people who successfully escaped there, and the brave rescue workers who were there during and after the attack. And it doesn't pull any punches about the people who did this to our nation's greatest city. But if people -- whether they be locals or tourists -- would rather not give what these monsters did any more time than they already have, more power to them. I went, and I took in as much as I could. But I don't think I will be going back anytime soon. 

Design Overview: The 9/11 Memorial is located at the site of the former World Trade Center complex and occupies approximately half of the 16-acre site. The Memorial features two enormous waterfalls and reflecting pools, each about an acre in size, set within the footprints of the original Twin Towers. The Memorial Plaza is one of the most eco-friendly plazas ever constructed. More than 400 trees surround the reflecting pools. Its design conveys a spirit of hope and renewal, and creates a contemplative space separate from the usual sights and sounds of a bustling metropolis.

Photo-op with Greg in the Oculus. Hard to believe something so beautiful came out of something so ugly.

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