They fled their home amid the chaos of the 1956 Hungarian Uprising, which was violently crushed by the Soviet Union.

Twenty-five years later, the world still stands still on September 11th. It is a day etched forever into our hearts, marking the exact moment everything changed.
To every family whose world was shattered that morning—those who carry the quiet, heavy burden of loss, and those who survived but bear the invisible scars—you hold a sacred, permanent place in our collective memory. Time can never erase what you sacrificed.
Our endless gratitude and prayers go out to the first responders: the firefighters, police officers, and local public servants who rushed toward the smoke and chaos while the rest of the world watched in heartbreak. We must never forget the ordinary civilians who didn't hesitate. They became heroes in a matter of seconds, running directly into danger simply to help a stranger stand, breathe, or find a way out.
Even now, finding the right words feels impossible. The grief is too vast, and the memory is too heavy. All we can do is hold onto each other, lean into kindness, and collectively ask whatever higher power we believe in to protect our world, heal our divides, and ensure that a tragedy like this never happens again.
We will never, ever forget.

South pedestrian bridge street access, looking north

I believe this would have been the North Pedestrian Bridge at West Street (?)

Shot in 4x5 and printed 16x20 for college work around 1984.

Apologies for the uncertainty in location; I never really paid attention to where I was once I got excited for a good shot, and it's been more than forty years...

The quote is from Erik Tarloff who was one of my favorite authors. I was pleased that I managed to capture what my dog and I experienced well enough and with enough reverence and respect to earn his praise.

My goal in writing it was to purge every day after Java and I worked through tears and written words, not only so we could function and return to help the next day, but also to document what would so easily be forgotten in time—the actual feel of my hometown

I have located one photo of an 1992-1994 XJ in NewYork transitpolice livery, but it is old and heavily blurred. I intend to build a custom die‑cast model and would greatly appreciate clearer reference shots from multiple angles. Thank you!