"Jesus, Etc." by Wilco

Two years ago, I moved to Hoboken to start law school in Manhattan, and back then, because of the ongoing construction, when the PATH train pulled into the World Trade Center stop, you could see into Ground Zero. On September 11 of that year, my train into Manhattan pulled to a stop, awaiting clearance to pull into the station. As the train stood still, I lifted my head up to found I was looking directly into Ground Zero. At that same moment "Jesus, Etc." by Wilco started playing on my iPod. It may have been written September 11, but that just seems to make it ghostly more powerful.

Everyone was silent for the few minutes we sat in waiting. I'm not sure what anyone else heard while we sat there; but I heard Wilco... or maybe it was ghosts.

My commute to school that morning turned out to be an eery, yet serendipitous moment of reflection. It is something I will never forget.

Joe Petro