Friday, October 22, 2004

Old No. 7

No, I'm not talking about Jack Daniels'. I'm talking about Number Seven World Trade Center. From WABC in NY:

Nina Pineda reports from the topping-out ceremony.

I remember standing down here three years ago and reporting that, sadly, 7 World Trade had collapsed. And now the last to fall is the first to reach its top height, and a month ahead of schedule.

All eyes were raised as the final beam was raised atop 7 World Trade Center, 741 feet in the sky. A symbolic reminder of the city's resilience, and determination.

[. . .]

Within minutes of the attack engineers, carpenters, and iron workers, rushed to the scene to help. Many have been at the site ever since, first with the recovery effort, and now with the rebuilding.

Jack Smith, Iron Worker: "We're looking down in that hole, and thinking of all the lives that were lost there. And this one was rubble at one time. And now, life is coming back."

[. . .]


Say what you will about New Yorkers, but we ALWAYS rise to the occasion(well, except for the Yankees). It's just the way we are. We tell each other to fuck off constantly, but when something needs doing, it gets done. When we need to join together, we do. You should have seen us on 9/11, our worst and finest hour.

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