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I wrote this reflection on the one-year anniversary of 9/11 as a way to process what I experienced that day, but also to remember. Memories fade and even change. Revisiting this reflection on the twentieth anniversary of that horrible day both challenges and changes some of my memories of that day.   I live two blocks south of what was the World Trade Center, in a section of New York known as Battery Park City. It is the most beautiful neighborhood in Manhattan, with tree-lined streets, parks, and a spectacular backdrop of the Hudson River. Although quiet and residential, it is but minutes from the hyperactivity of Wall Street and City Hall—a small suburban enclave at the southern tip of the capital of the world. My wife Sandy and I bought a small studio apartment (our first home) the previous summer and had only recently finished decorating.  We loved living in Battery Park City. There was only one thing that concerned Sandy. Every so often, when walking past the World Trade ...