{"id":26,"date":"2014-09-11T12:55:00","date_gmt":"2014-09-11T12:55:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/67.249.26.136\/wordpress\/?p=26"},"modified":"2014-09-11T12:55:00","modified_gmt":"2014-09-11T12:55:00","slug":"1410454500000","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/?p=26","title":{"rendered":"September 11, 2001"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica;\">September 11, 2001.&nbsp; I have no emotional investment in the events of that day beyond what I will call generic patriotic indignation.&nbsp; I didn&rsquo;t (to my knowledge) know anyone who died.&nbsp; I wasn&rsquo;t personally affected.&nbsp; As an American, I&rsquo;ll always feel &ldquo;something&rdquo; about what happened that day, but I know it will always pale in comparison to that felt by those who were there and\/or by those who lost friends and loved ones that day. &nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 14px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica;\">But this year that &ldquo;something&rdquo; is just a little larger.&nbsp; In August my son Kyle and I visited the 9\/11 Memorial and Museum in New York.&nbsp; I thought I would share my observations and feelings about that visit.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 14px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica;\">First, the Memorial.&nbsp; Twin mammoth waterfall pools where the towers once stood.&nbsp; Awe-inspiring in their own right!&nbsp; And the plaza&hellip;to say it was &ldquo;clean&rdquo; would be an understatement.&nbsp; This is the cleanest, best cared-for public exhibit\/monument I have ever experienced.&nbsp; The place is in a constant state of being cleaned\/mowed\/swept\/polished.&nbsp; And everyone working\/posted there, no matter their duty, seems as if they feel both proud and privileged to have been assigned there.&nbsp; The place reeks of unspoken, almost subconscious reverence.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 14px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica;\">Then there is the museum.&nbsp; Constructed in the sub-basement levels of the former WTC, it is simply awesome.&nbsp; A long escalator takes you down from the street level, and then grand staircases take you the rest of the way down.&nbsp; They limit attendance via ticket\/reservation, so you never feel crowded.&nbsp; There are guided tours if you wish to take one, but you can just browse.&nbsp; Under one of the pools is an incredible exhibit that takes you through a minute-by-minute timeline of the events of that day.&nbsp; You can hear air traffic control recordings and voice mail recordings.&nbsp; Some of it seems, admittedly, a little silly.&nbsp; &ldquo;These are the shoes worn that day by the photographer who took the picture to the left.&rdquo;&nbsp; (No joke.)&nbsp; But who am I to judge?&nbsp; The place is so emotionally charged, I frankly was grateful for what I consider a bit of curatorial whimsy.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 14px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica;\">I could go on.&nbsp; I don&rsquo;t care who you are or where you are from, if you visit this place and are not moved in the slightest, you are dead inside.&nbsp; If you have the means, do consider checking it out.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>September 11, 2001.&nbsp; I have no emotional investment in the events of that day beyond what I will call generic patriotic indignation.&nbsp; I didn&rsquo;t (to my knowledge) know anyone who died.&nbsp; I wasn&rsquo;t personally affected.&nbsp; As an American, I&rsquo;ll always feel &ldquo;something&rdquo; about what happened that day, but I know it will always pale in [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"","_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"","_seopress_robots_index":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[4],"class_list":["post-26","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-general"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=26"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=26"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=26"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=26"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}