Five Years Later: ‘I Became Sort Of A Grief Mascot’


David Hirschman, editor, Editor & Publisher

I was in Paris on 9/11, finishing up a play and working at a floundering investment company. When I heard that something was happening, I ran over to an Australian bar nearby so that I could watch the coverage in English. I was the only American at the bar — and the only New Yorker &#151l so I quickly became a sort of grief mascot, and I spent most of the afternoon and evening talking to strangers.