Ground Zero Welcomes Me Home
Posted on January 28, 2010 in Events by lindsay
On September 11, 2001 New York fell under a nightmare. Our beautiful World Trade Center was the target of a terrorist attack. Many of our native New Yorkers and so many people from all over the world were killed that day, three of them were my dear friends. For months there was nothing else on the news but the clean up of debris and bodies found at “Ground Zero.”
From the day that the Towers fell I wanted to go and help. Our NYPD and FDNY needed volunteers bringing food to them while they worked. During the Christmas holiday on the Rosie O’Donnell show a Police officer told the audience that more help was needed. I called the number at Nino’s 911 and put my name down. As I approached the area for the first time I felt a deep hurt fill me that day. Our magical monolith Twin Towers was gone, a hole in New York that can never be mended—the fantasy those buildings held gone forever. I proudly worked there for 25 hours. Within the dim there was so much fellowship and hope. My final stint was in February, 2002. I did not go down to Ground Zero again until 2005 when some friends of mine from Boston came and I took them there. They were humbled.
In November I met Ronnie Colombo a Broker down in Wall Street. We were vendors at a Holiday Fair, Ronnie sold his hand painted glass art and I my books. Ronnie purchased a book and fell in love with the story. What I did not know was that Ronnie had embarked to his clients at Ground Zero to bring my books to them and Manhattan. His friends Harry from Naturally Delicious and Sam from Café Gusto liked the idea to have me at their Bistros for a signing. Both felt that it would be a great event to boost business.
Today I went home to Ground Zero, my hope now is to bring back the fantasy Downtown and to Naturally Delicious owned and operated by Harry Hersel. I was tickled seeing my poster taped to the front door. The graphic created by my friend Nathan Brown of Round Table Companies, made me feel like a celebrity. Harry greeted me with open arms and after lunch I set up my table in a cozy corner of the eatery, on the side Harry set up a coffee and cake bar for my guests—Yummy!
We started at 2:00 PM and at 2:15 I had a line waiting for me to sign books, they were Harry’s clients who had enjoyed lunch this afternoon. What surprised me was that one of my Facebook friends came out to see me. Chris Morabito came from Staten Island, with his Mother. He carried my first two books in his backpack for me to sign and then purchased my third book. It was an remarkable feeling—I have fans! Although humbling it makes me know that my hard work for excellence in writing and literature is paying off. The other was Melanie from MySpace; she purchased all three books at once. It was great to meet them in person.
I was glad that I had my assistant Barbara with me. She organized my table, my books and kept things moving while I spoke to my guests, signed books and spoke to Chris about writing. He is a brilliant young writer who will be in my position one day. I read some of his work and gave him some comments about storyboarding, character bibles and research. Keep writing Chris—I am proud of you.
Anne an old friend came to see me and we chatted awhile after the crowd wound down. It was an amazing day.
Harry I want to thank you for an incredible experience, one I will take with me for the rest of my life.
Angelica Harris was born April 23rd in New York City from a diverse European Family. She attended William Cullen Bryant High School where her love for writing was ignited by her schoolteachers before she attended Hunter College where she majored in Liberal Arts and Theatre. Angelica has always had a passion for Medieval History, especially the Arthurian Period. She is the author of titles The Quest for Excalibur (her first book revised in 2005 with her editor, Andrea Howe), and Excalibur and the Holy Grail. In 2004, Angelica partnered with Corey Blake, President of Writers of the Round Table for the development of her third book, Excalibur Reclaims Her King. 



