9*11*01 nyc...
I have been known to be in the wrong place at the wrong time more than once in my life. I was in town interviewing for a job which would have seen me relocate to NYC. I had a Aussie friend I had met traveling who was living in Boston and we met up in NYC the friday before to make a weekend of it.
On September 9th, the two of us had just an exhausting Sunday afternoon walking through the MOMA and after we decided to head over to the WTC to check out Wild Blue, a bar on the 106th floor to grab a cocktail and chill out.
We had a great time, it was a beautiful day, great vista and views of the NYC sky line. We had a few too many drinks and when we went back to our hotel I had realized I left a Matisse print which I had purchased at the MOMA in the bar. On Monday morning I had my interview, and my friend took a train back to Beantown town. I remember thinking maybe I should stick around the town for a few days, but I grabbed and afternoon flight back to TO (sept 10th). I called the bar and they had my Matisse print but I didn’t think I had enough time to run back over there before my flight so I left...
The next morning my cell phone was ringing off the hook as my Mom, my sisters, my friends, were calling to see if I was still in town. I think about that weekend every year this time comes around...
Gavin
ps... didn’t get a job offer in the end, and NY seemed to be in shambles immediately after. I couldn’t even get anyone to call me back for a few weeks. I think that Bin Laden fella cost me a job in NYC!
I have been known to be in the wrong place at the wrong time more than once in my life. I was in town interviewing for a job which would have seen me relocate to NYC. I had a Aussie friend I had met traveling who was living in Boston and we met up in NYC the friday before to make a weekend of it.
On September 9th, the two of us had just an exhausting Sunday afternoon walking through the MOMA and after we decided to head over to the WTC to check out Wild Blue, a bar on the 106th floor to grab a cocktail and chill out.
We had a great time, it was a beautiful day, great vista and views of the NYC sky line. We had a few too many drinks and when we went back to our hotel I had realized I left a Matisse print which I had purchased at the MOMA in the bar. On Monday morning I had my interview, and my friend took a train back to Beantown town. I remember thinking maybe I should stick around the town for a few days, but I grabbed and afternoon flight back to TO (sept 10th). I called the bar and they had my Matisse print but I didn’t think I had enough time to run back over there before my flight so I left...
The next morning my cell phone was ringing off the hook as my Mom, my sisters, my friends, were calling to see if I was still in town. I think about that weekend every year this time comes around...
Gavin
ps... didn’t get a job offer in the end, and NY seemed to be in shambles immediately after. I couldn’t even get anyone to call me back for a few weeks. I think that Bin Laden fella cost me a job in NYC!

