I live in Brooklyn, about eight miles south of ground zero.
Tuesday afternoon, after the collapse of Seven World Trade Center,
which was not one of the towers but a forty-something storey building,
I was in Marine Park nearby here from which we could see the towers
on a clear day before their collapse.
Paper began falling from the sky as smoke blew over. Just then a man who
sometimes practices the bagpipes in the park began playing. I wrote the
BY: G.E. FARRELL