My uncle Mac worked walkin’ the high steel.
One time...I was 17?...we were driving across the GW Bridge toward his home in New Jersey...a gold Karmen Ghia with the top down...he points across the Hudson, South, toward lower Manhattan, and asks if I can see the World Trade Center buildings...they were Brand new...the lead story all around the town...pretty freakin’ easy to spot!
“Yeah...(another pull on his
Pell Mell)...Yeah, me and some of my friends built them.”


