1WTC Under Construction

Last night Henry and I stayed home while Jacqui attended her office Christmas party. When she returned, she said the cab had to drop her off a few blocks away because a lot of the streets in our neighborhood were closed.

The reason for the street closings became clear soon after when we saw the massive base segment of the spire of One World Trade Center being hauled down Greenwich Street toward the site.

Today Henry and I went to investigate the remaining, slightly smaller segments on a barge docked in the Hudson.

Dodging Patriots & Varmints

We were glad Henry’s birthday didn’t fall on September 11th. One of the drawbacks of living so close to the WTC is dealing with the idiotic, engine-revving motorcyclists who, in a misguided show of patriotism, pour into Lower Manhattan at midnight on the anniversary, forgetting that it’s also a residential neighborhood. Henry didn’t seem to mind, but whatever happened to a moment of silence?

This afternoon we took a walk by the Hudson River through Rockefeller Park in Battery Park City. About a minute after the picture below (right) was taken we heard a crash and saw what looked like a small dog land on the pavement about twenty feet in front of us. A raccoon had fallen about 20-30 ft. from its nest in an overhead tree branch. Onlookers were stunned, so was the raccoon. I approached, thinking he might be dead. But he regained consciousness and scurried kinda clumsily back into the bushes before I could get a photo.