Battlestar Galactica’s’ true legacy is its tale of hope in a post-9/11 world
Everybody has a 9/11 story, and I’m no exception. It’s like asking where you were when JFK was shot or when the Challenger exploded — the details rub off, with the telling. My story now is simple:
I was working at the Sephora store in Rockefeller Center. I hadn’t been clocked in for long, but I was already in my uniform. The morning was chilly, but the afternoon ended up being unseasonably warm. We watched the world fall apart on an old TV with a wire hanger as an antenna. When our building was evacuated, it took me six hours to walk from Manhattan to the Bronx, and I saw things that will never leave me.
