September 11, 2001 and Its Aftermath
" . . . Garbage was the job no one wanted, and so there was little chance of anyone taking it away. I found the cart and began to push it through the lobby, pickup up the loose trash as I made my way. "Immediately, I belonged. Every few yards someone would stop me - Hey, can you stop by our truck? We've got some nasty shit over there. hey buddy, hold up, let me dump this - and the police waved me from place to place . . . "