That place
: When I left James Lileks for lunch two Fridays ago, I asked whether he had gone to the World Trade Center. “Tomorrow,” he said. And he went:
The historical plaques, the fence, the reactions of the visitors – it felt like a death camp site. If you had no idea what had happened here you would know almost at once that it this place had suffered a hideous calamity. It had an emptiness I can
