Two years ago, I came face-to-face with remnants of the World Trade Center.
I was visiting family in New Orleans on a warm summer day, much like one in Spokane only with extra humidity where even the humidity was humid.
We walked through the old New Orleans mint building, just outside the French Quarter. Sounds of nearby vendors shouting out their deals of the day could be overheard as we were entering the building. It's a gorgeous place, really, a three-level brick building encased in a black steel fence. The basement floor was where metal became usable curren...