Listening to children read the names of WTC victims was not easy emotionally. It turns out it wasn't easy period as I drove into work this morning. I wish the NY radio stations had kept quiet and had just let the names be read - though I guess it's too much to ask for a few hours of air time. It's weird going about business as usual today because I remember so clearly what happened September 11, 2001 and what it was like from my office in midtown - three blocks from Grand Central and two blocks from the U.N. But I still can't imagine what it must have been like for people living and working in lower Manhattan, though the transcripts from that day give an inkling.