Across the Hudson River from the World Trade Center’s twin towers, on the Stevens Institute of Technology campus where he studied engineering, he watched plumes of smoke billow from gaping openings where the planes had just hit.
One Saturday night, I stand on the border. The great divide between two highly similar and notionally divided ways of life: that of North side and that of South side.
Crowds of “Tea Party Patriots” clad in conspicuously patriotic clothing, descended upon Washington brandishing picket signs and lawn chairs. One sign read “We came unarmed: THIS time.”
