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9/13/01

I reprinted something for you.

Reprinted from my original post of 9/13/01. You can still visit the original, if you wish, but the stylesheet disappeared during a server migration, so it’s plain text only.

11 September

My part of New York City is not burning.

An hour has passed since the Twin Towers evaporated with 20,000 souls inside them. Up here, a few miles north of the hit, a surreal calm prevails.

My part of New York…

9/11NYC

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‘What determined the character of a great theater wasn’t the films, or even the location, but the people, the crowd. Ambience was key and library silence was not necessarily observed. There were the ornery regulars at the Museum of Modern Art, the smell of tuna fish sandwiches filling the auditorium. But for audience participation, nothing matched 42nd Street, a.k.a. the Deuce. Redevelopment propaganda said the street’s theaters existed primarily for porn, but for us, the place functioned as a nonstop genre film festival, with westerns (heavy on the spaghetti) at the Times Square Theater, action pictures at the Selwyn, horror at the Lyric and “foreign” fare at the Apollo. Anything could happen there.’

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