On my 40th birthday—the day of the year that used to make Barry sooo happy—Larry reminds me of who I really am and why I am actually on the earth.
En los primeros días después de los atentados, era casi imposible llamar a Nueva York. Aunque intenté comunicarme en repetidas ocasiones, era obvio que yo iba a tener que esperar para saber de esos familiares, si es que finalmente se comunicaban conmigo.
In the first few days after the attacks, it was near impossible to call into New York City. Though I repeatedly tried to get through, it became obvious that we would have to wait to hear from those family members—if they eventually reached out.