I remember my first, last, and only visit to the World Trade Center in the Summer of 1987. I awoke that fateful September Morning in 2001 to news that I could not believe.
New York City was my de facto second home. My mother grew up there as the child of Barbadan immigrants in an Italian-Jewish neighborhood in Brooklyn. We visited family there every other summer, alternating NY with our traditional cross country road trip vacation so typical of the sixties and seventies.
I was the only child at my inner city school in Cincinnati that ever went to NYC (my teachers verified this with my parents because the other kids thought I was lying!).
I never cared much for the modern architecture of WTC. But after my visit, I changed my mind about it.
Camera: Minolta X-700 with Rokker Normal Lens