Picking up the Pieces After 9/11
By Georgiana Ploss Just before the road was cut off by a security booth, Richard Ploss turned left into a small parking lot adjacent to a one-story, smooth-brick, tan colored building. Clicking off the radio, Richard simultaneous navigated his forest green Maxima into a spot facing away from the building and hung his parking pass from the rear-view mirror. Stepping out of the car and pulling his jacket closer around him, for it was a crisp September morning, Richard reached into his backseat and pulled out a brown-leather briefcase filled with files wrapped in manila folders and legal notepads. At the building, Richard swiped his key-card pass to unlock the door, showed the card to the desk-manager, and headed to the right down a short hallway. Turning the corner twice, Richard reached his room, unlocked and opened the door, and put the briefcase next to his desk. Taking off his jacket and putting it on the coat stand by the door, Richard exited his room...