John and I took the train from Richmond to NYC to attend the memorial service for the husband of a dear college friend. We had a few hours before the service, so we took the subway to the World Trade Center Museum and Memorial. On this coming Thursday it will be the 13th anniversary of that tragic day. John and I were last here in 2005 when the site was still just a terrible deep hole in the ground. The current design is graceful and includes the names of all the dead and a cascading waterfall and pool, but to be honest, that terrible deep hole spoke to me more eloquently.
