Lumonics Theater; Ft. Lauderdale. Triple exposure. Dad was safely in recovery. I was set to leave and resume my travel to Newark [for Mom's birthday] from Ft. Lauderdale when Dad reached me. I was on my way to the airport. It was September 11, 2001.... He called me on his cell phone and suggested, "Call the airline and turn on TV. They just bombed the World Trade Center and no planes are flying!" I got to his house and turned on TV to see the second plane hit. I rushed to his bedside at the recovvery hospital and watched the changing of the world order step into high gear. I took the picture of the world savings bank first, then the shot of myself in Barry's office, then Barry of Lumonics theater, outside at night to reveal the sign superimposed on the other two shots. After spending the day at the hospital watching the endless reruns and hearing the other patients yell, kill the bastards... Ineeded to be with friends who were heart centered and in sympathy with my thoughts about it all. Barry was agreeable to meeting. I drove down and slept that night at Uncle Hanks.

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