I was commuting. It was spring of 2002, and we New Yorkers were still pretty raw from the previous September's disaster, constantly admonished by the police to say something if we saw something. Most of us still thought we would more than just see something.
Public transportation is vulnerable, and the subway felt like a trap! But we had to go on with our lives.
I was halfway along my travels and awaiting the E Train below the Port Authority Bus Terminal, which is near Times Square. Reading during travel was a particular comfort to me, and I Read more