Subscriber Only: The Falling Man

Even if I had some terrible accident involving a hay bailer and lost a couple of fingers, over the last thirty years, you could still count the number of times I slept in past the open on that one horribly mangled hand.

But that’s what happened on the morning of 9/11.

When I did wake, out of habit I turned on the TV, which was always set to CNBC, and flop…

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