A bite of Lunch: Second Hex
Mr. Murphy took us to Windows on the World at the top of the World Trade Center. He let us drink one glass of champagne. The city was spread out all around us. We pressed up to the windows, trying not to annoy the other people too much; giggling in the bathrooms, where an attendant is there with towels and we spritz ourselves with cologne and hairspray.
Going back to Brooklyn, the bridge howls, making this terrific sound that is a combination of wind and wire strings and traffic, punctuated by the clank of wheels hitting the metal plates. When you walk across the bridge, you can see boats below, through the slats, like fallen wads of tissue.
Photo: Truman Moore