Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it.
—GEORGE SANTAYANA 1
THE MORNING STARTED LIKE every other. It ended like no other.
It was September 11, 2001. At about 6 a.m., I raced out of my apartment to get a stack of newspapers and hopped in a cab on that brilliant Tuesday, headed to the firehouse.
A dozen blocks past the World Trade Center, I arrived at the century-old decommissioned home of Engine Company 31. The building, with its large red doors in front of the fire truck bays, continues to serve the larger neighborhood with a community media center and the studio of Democracy Now! For the next several hours, we went about our normal routine. We prepared copy, researched stories, checked facts, and wrote leads. We were wedged