I also experience dislocated emotions when at the Union Square memorial. One day I went there and donated my work gloves, a hard hat and some batteries. There was a tangible purpose to that visit which felt OK. I've been pretty out of touch with anything but depression. I can't write. What comfort tobacco provided last week is gone. I keep thinking of DW and what this would mean to him.
Last night Diti, Marybeth, Jim and I walked to Greenwich and Duane, the pile looked to me to be about 100' high.
- steve 9-20-2001 8:00 pm
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rachael thank you for sharing that--steve whats DW
- Skinny 9-21-2001 7:29 am [add a comment]






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