I've just finished a book that uses the 1974 tight rope walk between the twin towers as a fulcrum. The book, Let the Great World Spin, was good, just not quite as good as I had hoped. But time will tell whether it lingers in my mind. There were several "mind pictures" that were satisfying. For instance, "I can still after all these years sit in the museum of those afternoons ..." and "... an old freckled mirror..." "She had told (her granddaughter) that everyone knows where they are from when they know where it is they want to be buried."

And I do.