Sep. 10, 2020


What a ride! I’m not a weakling but I’m certainly no dare-devil!

 The second the huge elevator door closed, I regretted my decision to have lunch with my friend, John Ernest, at the World Trade Center’s restaurant called “Windows On The World’.   I felt like I’d just been shot from a cannon!

 The enormous elevator was packed with people talking, laughing, excited about their ride to the top while here I was---shaking like a leaf, desperately trying to prepare for the ultimate crash.  Nothing had prepared me for the “launch” from Hell.  I was now in complete shock mode.

 When the elevator-missile began violently rocking from side to side, I knew we were about to “land” or crash.   I couldn’t wait much longer to get on solid footing and find a bathroom.  My body told me-- in no uncertain terms-- it was only a matter of time before I’d wet my pants.

Yes, the view from the “top” was magnificent. Like the song lyrics sing, “On a Clear Day…you can see forever….and ever..."  But--sitting at the table closest to the window with only a piece of plate glass separating me FROM HERE TO ETERNITY---I was "frozen" to my chair---in fear. The table setting was elegant, the food looked delicious , and the service was exceptional….but for two hours… as I "perched" precariously on-top-of –the-world... all I could think about was: “what goes up….must come down.” 

Life has taught me that some of us aren’t meant to fly faster than the speed of sound, or venture into space without a steering wheel and brakes, or travel to the top of the world without a parachute….and a diaper.

PS....I could never have imagined the horror facing The World Trade Center...on September 11,2001.  God Bless America.