I rarely am down near the WTC site, but whenever I am, it’s overwhelmingly melancholy and simultaneously inspiring. There’s this huge hole in the ground being beautifully reconstructed. I got down to the area for a meeting a bit early and meandered through the reconstruction museum, and took a few moments to remember what that happened to the City that I might even now after 6 years call ‘mine.’ I’ve never felt comfortable claiming any sort of ownership over the event, as I wasn’t here when it happened – but it was hugely emotional in the museum, still. That’s what’s kind of a beautiful about it – anyone can tap into the outrage and sympathy. A few weeks ago, an anonymous person stuffedd $10,000 in hundreds into a donation box, just because – well, because of outrage; sympathy.