Another, part many.

Our Brooklyn neighborhood is close to downtown - realtors used to advertise apartments as "7 min. to WTC" and you could see the towers from almost any vantage point. There was, naturally, a large percentage of people who worked there and lived in our neighborhood, and our streets became heavily papered with "Missing" posters. The posters saddened and then angered me. I got tired of seeing them, tired of being reminded that nobody had been found, nobody was ever going to be found. As long as the posters were up, someone was still desperately hoping, and the rest of us had to hold our breath and wait with them for the one miracle that might, just might, make it a little easier.