On Sunday morning during fest weekend, I met some good friends in the courtyard. Â We got doughnuts and coffee from Krispy Kreme, sat down and talked ... I recall looking up at the Twin Towers for a few moments, admiring how beautiful they were
Robin, I remember that Sunday morning with you and the rest of our group. Â John in SC took some neat photos of us and dramatic views of the towers.
Until the 2001 Fest, my only encounters with the WTC had been fast and fleeting. Â As a lifelong Chicagoan, I never imagined that I could actually stay at a hotel, attend something as carefree as a Fest, AND find an oasis of sorts -- of all places, in Manhattan!
I never imagined that Sunday morning in the courtyard, with the two mighty towers guarding those of us strolling in between, could be such an escape from my daily grind in a smaller city. Â Tranquil New York? No way!Â
I also recall, now naively, being impressed with the security procedures in the WTC tower lobbies. Â Everyone entering -- employees and visitors alike -- had to show some kind of ID to get through the security turnstyles. Â I remember thinking how elaborate, necessary, and effective that had to be. Â
Like VAM, I remember quickly establishing a morning routine at the 27th floor fitness center, easily the nicest and largest one in any hotel I have seen. Â The river view as I pedaled on my Life Cycle was spectacular. Â In the days immediately after the tragedy, I recall seeing footage of debris consisting an entire interior wall behind a glass case housing wall clocks that displayed the times around the world -- nearly intact! Â This appears to be the wall at the entrance to the fitness center, which must have "surfed" some 20+ stories down from the 27th floor.
I wish I could remember more of the posts from that thread at this time last year, but I do recall remarking that the kind and supportive outpouring transformed our members from a group of fans into a family.
Ben