Bruce & Cheryl Rubin
We were living in Manhattan at the time, and certain memories are seared into our brains, forever: --The sound of sirens, non-stop, for 36 hours. --The sight of survivors walking past our apartment in the east 60s (there was no transit--it had all been shut down) covered in soot, shoe-less, and looking dazed. --the smell..the horrible burning smell..when the wind was blowing a certain direction. --the posters, everywhere, asking, begging, if you have seen my sister/my son/my mother? the posters were on our mailboxes, on the street, everywhere you went. --the numbness that you felt, week after week after week.