It was, in Lincoln’s phrase, “a fiery trial.” On the morning of September 11, 2001, the serene cadence of Greenwich life was ruptured by the velocity of terror unleashed only a short train ride away. The Twin Towers fell, and with them thirty-two lives tethered to this town—fathers, mothers, sons, and daughters who commuted daily to lower Manhattan. The violence was global in scope, but its consequences were painfully local.

Why did the day’s impact cut Greenwich so deeply? Because this town, situated at the hem of the metropolis, is both sanctuary and satellite. Many of its residents walk to the 6:11 a.m. train, coffee in hand, bound for offices in the towers of finance and commerce. For Greenwich, September 11 was not a distant spectacle of horror broadcast on television; it was the sud

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