This story made me literally weep.

I was living in midtown on 9/11. I walked at least eight miles that day — down from the 60s to Houston, over to the West Side, back up, home. I really didn’t know what else to do.

I had earlier worked on a CD-I title of Kevin Zraly’s about wine, so I’d taken a wine appreciation class of his there in Windows on the World — quite the experience. Gone, gone, all gone.