I will always remember. I was there. I lost many -- friends colleagues, my former bond trading partner. We searched for the missing. Nobody slept, everybody wept. This was the first time I thought, the arts saved my life. It could've been me up there. Eric Bogosian urged me to write about what I witnessed, lost, experienced when we spoke for the first time two years later on 9/11. The result, my play: GOOD MOURNING, AMERICA.
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