Beauty instead of ashesOf the many images that come to mind from 9 11, this is one that I choose to remember. I was on a subway train from Brooklyn to Soho when the first plane hit. At the time, I was working as a legal secretary for an art lawyer who worked on the 5th floor of a building with a large conference room window facing downtown Manhattan. I remember watching the second tower collapse through that window. The days and weeks that followed were sorrowful and