“I can’t really tell you where we got on the New York subway, nor where we got off, but at one point on the trip, the train slowed, and the wheels on the carriage began to squeal, and the carriage rocked side to side,” writes Post blogger Mitch Mulhall of his trip to Manhattan. “A platform came into view, but there were no people on it. I looked around, searching for a context to this incongruous site only to find buttressed concrete and what looked to me like the spoils of war. Then, in an instant, I saw a patch of detailed tile work proclaiming the name, ‘Cortlandt Street,’ and in that instant I knew I was looking at ground zero.”