They were always there, but I never really saw them. The Woolworth Building with its wedding cake white terracotta was a masterpiece, the Statue of Liberty and its shimmering beacon standing alone and strong made me proud. The Brooklyn Bridge with its elegant spiderweb of cables and powerful towers of peaceful granite was soothing. These were the beauties, the classics. These I would notice, look for, point out to the out-of-towners. The Twin Towers were huge, that’s all. Only on the rainy...