A long-time resident of the Midwestern United States blogs about living in New York City and how it compares to life in the suburbs of Cincinnati.
September 2, 2011
World Trade Center Temporary Museum
It almost sickens me that there is a museum dedicated to a terrorist-sponsored event like the 911 tragedy, but the temporary WTC museum does seem to be making good out of bad with its emphasis on the people who responded and the reconstruction efforts.
Shortly into the subway ride there, I realized the stop I needed was called something other than the WTC, so I asked a person next to me which stop to take. When I got off, another person who had overheard me walked along side me a couple of blocks and pointed which way to go. Then I had to ask one more person to find the museum itself. That last person was selling WTC memorial books, so that cost me $5. He wanted $8.
Other costs besides subway fare: $1 for a scruffy-looking New Orleans-type band of old men playing hillbilly blues at Grand Central, $1 to a man playing his accordion on the subway (his wife held out a hat while also holding her baby), and $2.33 to a young girl with no teeth on the sidewalk begging. Call me Lady Generous.
Shortly into the subway ride there, I realized the stop I needed was called something other than the WTC, so I asked a person next to me which stop to take. When I got off, another person who had overheard me walked along side me a couple of blocks and pointed which way to go. Then I had to ask one more person to find the museum itself. That last person was selling WTC memorial books, so that cost me $5. He wanted $8.
Other costs besides subway fare: $1 for a scruffy-looking New Orleans-type band of old men playing hillbilly blues at Grand Central, $1 to a man playing his accordion on the subway (his wife held out a hat while also holding her baby), and $2.33 to a young girl with no teeth on the sidewalk begging. Call me Lady Generous.
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