My only trip to NYC happened to be 9/11/2002. I went out of the hotel in the morning looking for coffee, turned the corner and there was the park full of chairs. Sat there (not in one of the chairs) for a long long while. Hard to express how I felt after watching the tragedy unfold on television a year earlier safe in Iowa but that park and those chairs are NYC to me. Not Broadway, not the Empire State Building, but those chairs. The brave heroes of flight 93 are also not forgotten.