Day Eight: September 18
Demand for flags is so high that stores have started posting notices when they sell out.
I went north to Union Square to see the memorials.
|My Grandma works this hospital. She washed out dust.|
Many were drawn by children.
|Under the statue of George Washington|
|No time for cowboys|
The mingled smells of scented candles were everywhere, as were the calls for war or peace, mixed in among the missing person signs.
Men prepared to unload a new statue—a kneeling fireman overcome by grief or smoke or both.
|A fireman overcome|
From Union Square I took a subway under the East River to Williamsburg, Brooklyn.
|Memory after death|
|Grand Ferry Park|
|Lower Manhattan from the Williamsburg Bridge|
After a while I walked back to Manhattan across the Williamsburg Bridge, then turned south toward the Manhattan Bridge (at left in the photograph above).
|Canal Street entrance to the Manhattan Bridge|
|Only a trace of smoke in the distance|
A week ago today, thousands of people walked across the Manhattan Bridge to get home after the collapse.
I live only six or seven blocks away, but I’d never walked out onto the bridge before tonight.
|Brooklyn Bridge and Lower Manhattan|