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09.12.01 :: 9:08 am
Walking around yesterday, it was ghost town after ghost town, streets blocked off and dazed packs of roaming people trying to find a way to get home. In line for the ferry, water and chips were passed around. The kindness of everyone. When we got to Jersey, we walked from Weehawken to home. Crossing the four lanes of the street that leads into the Holland Tunnel, there were only a few police cars. Look both ways, it's empty for miles and miles. Apocalyptic. Blisters popped. So far, everyone I know is okay. My heart sinks for those who aren't. Uneasy sleep last night. Not going to work today. What will we do now? We're kneeling. |