In the early afternoon of Sept. 11, 2001, I was sitting in the midtown Manhattan offices of my wife’s employer, wondering if more planes would strike. The company, a financial-services giant with an outpost in the World Trade Center, had turned its boardroom into a relief center for staffers and the occasional significant other. It offered two things that were in short supply that day: fresh food and local news reception.But no one was watching Brian Williams, despite reports that some ...
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