I was born here, grew up here, went to college and got my first tastes of independent life below 23rd Street (admission to dance clubs on Tuesday nights for less than $10!) and above Central Park (ah, the luxury of cutting class to go to some exhibit at the Met or the Cloisters). This is my city, and more than American, I am a New Yorker.
I was on my way to work when the planes hit the towers, and the last time I saw them from the street – and not on some computer monitor or TV screen – I looked south on Third Avenue and saw the fat band of smoke encircling the twin columns like a gunmetal grey wool scarf.
Less than an hour later, they both plummeted with a vengence into the ground.
So, I’m just a few hours away from seeing Yash Raj’s big summer release and a little wary about how they’re going to handle the day that was so awful for this city.