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WTC entrance arches with ideogram sculpture 1976. 

(Photo courtesy of The Library of Congress/Balthazar Korab)

I went to the top once, in the late 1980s. I was with my friends, artists Kevin Farrell and Charles Imbro. And their girlfriends. I was the odd man out. I'm not sure what possessed us to go up there. It was a grey Sunday afternoon, the WTC and Lower Manhattan were pretty much deserted. What a view. You could see for miles in all directions, the curve of a horizon seemingly endless. Afterwards we all ate at a tiny cafe on the corner of West Fourth Street and Bleecker. It was BYOB. Charles and I went to a Deli around the corner and brought a couple six packs of beer.