May 9, 2003 - Benjamin Wagner

By admin | May 9, 2003 |

I’m sitting on a dock in Tribeca, the Hudson River sloshing around below. Helicopters buzz overhead. Jets lumber slowly by en route to Laguardia. It is gray and hazy, about 65 degrees. It’s kind of a non-descript afternoon, the kind I might normally work right through without noticing, as are most of the 8 million…