I am sitting here looking at the 9-11 memorial lights shining up to the heavans. Next year the new building will be started, finally...they have made us wait too long. The new will never replace what was taken away four years ago, but it is time.

Every once in awhile I think about the guy that I was behind as I went up the escalator from the old PATH station at World Trade...he was reading one of my favorite books, 'The Autobiography of Henry the VII', I struck up a conversation with him. It was one of his favorites too and he was reading it for the third time. I can picture the ride up in my mind....so many times up those escalators...it still freaks me up to go up in the new station...not the same...never the same again.