I was working in lower Manhattan, and watched it all happen from the train station on the waterfront in Hoboken, a little less than two miles away across open water. We were shut out of our offices for eight days. The first day back I took some pictures, and here are a couple of them. The last one was taken a year later, from the Jersey City waterfront. When the lights are on you can also see them from my front porch.
Seven. Now there’s a number filled with symbolic meaning. God created the universe in seven days, there are seven deadly sins, seven virtues, seven sacraments. There’s the “seventh heaven,” as well as seven hells and seven days of the week. Seven seas and seven musical notes. Seven branches on a Menorah, and the book of […]