"My beautiful city! They mutilated it!" I thought, and still do.
Yes, Dalton. I'm a knickerbocker, New York City is my America, the place to which my grandparents, all four of them, emigrated to make a better life, the place I learned nearly everything I know. I was born in Manhattan so this is home in many ways. I lost a cousin I never met in the Towers. My father, now deceased, told us about him. My bff lives on park row, a couple of blocks away. My brother in law, a NYS trooper, worked on rescue at ground zero.
Akua --
