In 1988, Donna and I moved to Tribeca from Soho. The Towers of the World Trade Center were the lighthouses steering us to Tribeca. Never an architectural marvel or a calling of world business. For us, the towers were placeholders in our new sparsely populated artistic neighborhood. From our bedroom, we could see the North Tower office lights flickering through clouds. The Twin Towers pinned our home and lives. The Twin Towers said: “You’re safe. You’re home.”