We took a quick tourist trip to New York City this weekeend; rode the PATH train in from New Jersey. It was our first visit to lower Manhattan since 9-11. The train pulled into the station in the middle of the WTC pit; we walked out to the street, looking at the hole in the ground, stopped at one point and gazed silently. I thought, this is holy ground.
After a long minute my wife turned to me and said simply: