NYC on 9/11/2018 Mug

A late start the day before caused me to drive late into the night. At some point I needed a break and it took stopping at 4 different motels to finally get a room. Woke up the next day and pushed on to get to the city late in the afternoon. I wasn't sure what to expect. As I walked around the memorial so many people were stopping at the names. Some were crying some just taking it in. I will remember the old man with a Turban who was handing out flowers for visitors to place on the names of the lost. It brought tears to my eyes. Here stands a man who many years earlier people would blame for what happened on this day. He stands in peace handing out flowers for us to lay on the grave of the many lost. On the Ferry headed back to NJ I...