©Nicole Wrona/MLS
On the real September 11th I was catching a flight out of Philly. Not wanting to fly- [+flight was cancelled] I decided to drive to NYC. So I took the back way, over Bear Mountain [P/M} to get in.
Spent the day wandering around a henhouse [yes-true] and shooting highway scenes of the army awaiting orders at West Point. [+ got some pretty cool State Trooper guy to escort me back to the car- also true]
Most areas were closed off. The city smelled electric. Like burning transformers and melting wires. It seemed like it was on fire. You couldn't see anywhere- there was a fine cloud of debris overtaking lower Manhattan. Only police cars and ambulances were in the streets. & taxicabs.
I spent the night in whatever town Ichabodd Crane is from, then exited accordingly.
Spent the day wandering around a henhouse [yes-true] and shooting highway scenes of the army awaiting orders at West Point. [+ got some pretty cool State Trooper guy to escort me back to the car- also true]
Most areas were closed off. The city smelled electric. Like burning transformers and melting wires. It seemed like it was on fire. You couldn't see anywhere- there was a fine cloud of debris overtaking lower Manhattan. Only police cars and ambulances were in the streets. & taxicabs.
I spent the night in whatever town Ichabodd Crane is from, then exited accordingly.
