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.

More later…