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Saturday, September 10, 2005

My Memories of the World Trade Center

This post is dedicated to the memory of Sheryl Rosner Rosenbaum, 1968 - 2001

I wish I took more pictures of the World Trade Center on my numerous trips to New York City, but I did not.

The World Trade Center was just like any other office building in New York City, and there are many of them. The Twin Towers were enormously tall: architectural beauties or monsters depending on your point of view, but for people of my age group it was always a part of the New York Skyline and I personally never thought 'Is it a beautiful building, or a horror. It just WAS.

I had a friend who worked on the Observation Deck on the South Tower. I visited him several times, and went up a few times to the actual Observation Deck to see the spectacular views, but normally I just sat on a bench in the plaza between the buildings with a paper bought from a newspaper stand in the shopping center below the Trade Center and waited for him. It was a hassle for me visit him on the Observation Deck. He had to ask permission from his manager first, then when I arrived at the ticket booth they would call, he had to come down to the lobby and escort me to the top.

At times it was a little foggy at the Observation Deck, and those map lines on the walls designed to help the viewer know the name of what he/she was looking at did not help much. After a few trips to the Observation Deck I decided that I preferred waiting on a bench in the Plaza. that is if the weather was OK in the Plaza.

I remember one time that it was cool and overcast in the Plaza, but on the Oberservation Deck it was sunny and still cool. It was amazing to look out at faraway sites such as New Jersey, but not be able to see the bottom of the North Tower.

Oftentimes I went to visit him with other friends. Instead of reading a newspaper quietly we would have loud discussions about the ugly statues we saw, as well as routine events in our lives. Sometimes we would take walks around the fountain.

I remember the elevators we had to take to get from the subway station to get to the ground level. They seemed to go on forever.
I remember the large spacious lobby, with its rich deep red carpets.
I also remember drinking a cup of coffee and looking at the wonderful view at Windows on the World, the fancy restaurant on the top of the North Tower. It was quite expensive, even with my friend's WTC employee discount.