By GRAHAM REID
The wind is whipping up small whirlwinds of paper and dirt on the corners, the humidity is rising, and there's a garbage truck blocking the road.
David, our bus driver, who is clearly having a bad day, is starting to boil. "Take your time why doncha?" he yells at the two rubbish collectors, who continue to do exactly that.
This is midtown Manhattan and it's September 11, so add to the gridlock on this hot, windy day, police cordons, commemorative services and the occasional motorcade taking dignitaries to Ground Zero. David's day is getting no better, and we are getting nowhere.
"Construction city," he snarls to no one in particular as we are halted by yet another line of cones around a building site.
There's something in the way he says "Bush and Lexington" which prompts a large woman to ask, "Did you grow up in Boston?"
"Yeah, ain't that a pretty thought right now?" he shoots back.
"Oh, I don't know," says a poised, middle-aged woman. "It would take a lot to get me pissed today. There are a lot of people not around to complain."
This is talkative New York conducting its own internal dialogue, and September 11 is the backdrop.
At Union Square there are children's posters, drawings and commemorative poems. Fire stations all over the city - and especially those downtown which lost crew members - have become sites of honour and acknowledgement. Flags hang off buildings and car aerials and bedeck chests and breasts everywhere. Patriotism is worn literally as a heart on a sleeve.
But New York also goes about its business as usual. Traffic banks up along Broadway and people queue for theatre tickets at Times Square. Chinatown puts its vegetables out on the street, tourists toting cameras take pictures of the Empire State Building and the Woolworth Building, and around the Bowery, men load kitchen appliances into trucks as they do most days.
At Blarney's Bar on Murray St just two blocks from Ground Zero - where President George W. Bush later spends an hour talking to families of those killed a year ago - two English bobbies who have been at the site in the morning for the roll call of victims' names, sink their pints and chat with regulars.
Above the bar the television screens constant September 11 coverage, including interviews with survivors or family members, taking us live to Ground Zero or to see Airforce One land at JFK.
There is also the celebrity parade - more modest than anticipated but their agents have doubtless told them this was the day for ordinary folk. Local hero Billy Joel, who wrote New York State of Mind, looks the worse for wear after his recent hospitalisation for unspecified problems. Most in the bar don't recognise him until he sits at the piano.
"Hey, dat's the piano man," bellows one bowling-ball shaped patron. There are hoots of laughter.
Danny, an Australian in the city for a day, went up the Empire State Building this morning and proudly shows his ticket stamped with the "9-11" date. "That's something to show around, I reckon."
Yes, this is a special day and everyone knows it. It is also a day of strange conjunctions. On a downtown corner opposite a halal meat store is a large, handwritten poster in a window. It reads "Allah may forgive you but we don't."
At LaGuardia airport impossibly young soldiers carry automatic weapons half their size. In the glistening corridor of pale formica and glass they are wearing highly visible, green-dappled camouflage gear.
And security is visible everywhere on this nervous day, no more so than at Ground Zero, where people look anxiously to the sky every time an aircraft goes over on its way to LaGuardia or JFK.
Dozens of New York's finest are sipping coffee, explaining patiently to persistent people why they can't go on to the viewing platform, or just looking plain bored. It's a big day and also a long one. The presidential visit is still hours away.
Ground Zero is ringed by fences covered in messages and memorabilia, television crews and thousands of people carrying video equipment and point-and-shoot cameras.
There is a long queue to get into St Paul's Church on Vesey St right by the site, which is now simply a huge hole whipped by a vicious wind. Dust coils into the air and is swept into the faces of those around the perimeter. Many people here are dabbing their eyes, for whatever reason.
Ground Zero is off-limits to all but the families but the streets around are crowded with those who have come out of curiosity or to pay their respects. This being New York, there are also the hawkers and gawkers - and the usual dealers in apocalyptic literature.
According to one giveaway magazine there are no lengths to which the Pope, the United Nations and/or the United States won't go to create a new world order. A man from the American Bible Society is giving away CDs of the 23rd Psalm "dedicated to the children who lost parents and loved ones in the 9-11 tragedy".
These are the last days, according to one sweaty evangelist. A man walks by carrying a wooden cross, a girl in a tiny tank-top is giving away Bible prophecy brochures. It's a circus of the crazy and the Christian extremists.
There are a dozen languages being spoken and people have been drawn here despite the country being on an "orange alert" security rating.
Given the potential for such a crowd becoming a target in these nervous times, this is like people going to the beach to watch the tidal wave come in. But they are all here: Rastafarians rub alongside orthodox Jews and overweight guys in faded football T-shirts.
And the messages on the T-shirts tell their own stories of patriotism: "We Remember", "God Bless America", "One Year Later the Building Continues", "America is full", "Harley Davidson" ... Caps with "NYPD" and "FDNY" are common. You don't see too many of Donna Karan's "DKNY" these days.
"You know who I miss," says Ronnie from New Jersey, a blowsy woman in a stars'n'stripes shirt and displaying a sense of humour which is rare on this day.
"It's the Krishnas. Remember when they used to be all over the streets and in the airports? I kinda miss them, they were fun."
There is scattered applause for passing fire trucks, symbols of the heroism. And many New Yorkers - many Americans in general, perhaps - are searching for symbols and icons to encapsulate and make manageable the events of a year ago.
The current issue of Newsweek reduced the narrative to four people, two politicians, one soldier and Lisa Beamer, who has become the most readily identifiable face of the tragedy.
It was her husband Todd who took on the hijackers of Flight 93 and uttered the words "Let's roll", which have also become a shorthand for bravery. Her memoir - Let's Roll, of course - is this week's top non-fiction best-seller. It is one of eight September 11 books among the New York Times' 20 best-sellers. Most of the New York Times' book review section is taken up with reviews of new books that are September 11-related.
On this day, television has been preoccupied with the tragedy, but talk shows that search for meaning usually end up bringing out more survivors to hear their stories all over again. Newspapers search for that one image that encapsulates ... something.
But this is an event of such knotty human emotions and political reaction that it is almost unmanageable. Easier to hail the heroes and identify by labelling: The Day Before, The Day After, The Circle of Hope, Ground Zero, A Survivor's Story. These labels are everywhere, dividing the event into small pieces.
The iconic "9-11" - those verticals translating easily into the likeness of the Twin Towers on T-shirts and posters - has become a simple code for complex matters. But while it looks reductive it is useful: it allows multiple emotions to co-exist.
It is open, not closed like so much of the coverage, which would hail as "heroes" ordinary people who had done little more than be in the wrong place at the wrong time. It is a redefining of the word that seems churlish to question, given the immensity of the tragedy, and certainly this isn't a day for dissenting voices. Some of those T-shirt messages were pretty angry.
But if many are looking for meaning they are also looking inward rather than outward. It is noticeable that when tourists - outsiders, as it were - speak about the events and subsequent reactions they see the world differently.
The young German couple at Pomodoro Restaurant - "home of the vodka pie" - become quiet when the NYC couple they share the table with speak about invading Iraq "to get rid of that Saddam Hussein". The talk turns to neutral subjects like the Chevy Chase comedy European Vacation.
By nightfall the joggers and powerwalkers are on the streets as usual, people spill out of bars, Friends is on television, and for many it's another ordinary night in this extraordinary city.
The wind has finally died down. Gusts of more than 80km/h mean the cancellation of the concert of remembrance in New Jersey's Liberty State Park and tear apart a huge flag above Ground Zero, an unfortunate symbol on this day which many see as a time of hope. "I guess that flag-maker just went out of business," says Helena from the Bronx.
The President, who didn't speak publicly during his visit to Ground Zero, is to address the nation at 9pm. As he appears on the screen above our heads in a SoHo restaurant, Andrew from the Upper West Side but in downtown for swing dance lessons, says, "I'm more worried about him than I am about anybody else.
"It's strange how most people in Manhattan, where this happened, are less sure about what to do than others. Out there in Wisconsin it's a simple issue, here it's much more complex."
He mentions his local pizza place. It is run by Palestinians and was called the Cheesy Pizza Place until September 11. Now it's the Love New York Pizza Place. "They're still cheesy pizzas," he laughs.
He's reading The Onion, the satirical magazine which this week asks the question, "Who will bring closure to a grieving nation?" over the logos of the various television networks, including the rock video channel MTV.
Maybe of them all it could be the rock channel, especially for the young whose world became much more uncertain this time last year. In a bar near midnight, Suzie - whose real name is Miyki, she tells me after another vodka and tonic - is "just, like, sooo sick of my boyfriend's buddies hitting on me".
Then out of nowhere she says, "I mean it's like ... you know this thing today. It was horrible and all that but, you know, life goes on, I guess. We should just get over it."
On the screen a woman at a commemorative concert is singing with contorted and overwrought facial expressions. The subtitles read "we were so young, we were so blessed". In the bar they're playing Bruce Springsteen's Miss You from his new, September 11-influenced, album.
Elsewhere classic hits radio plays Let It Be and Marmalade's Reflections of My Life - and without realising the irony, American Woman, an anti-Vietnam song by Canada's Guess Who.
If an invasion of Iraq takes place there will doubtless be other rock'n'roll voices of dissent. The new album by Seattle's Pearl Jam, a questioning and penetrating collection, is just weeks from release. Its reception in the current climate will be interesting.
This, then, is the paradox of September 11. It was a violent tear in American history but some say as a "historic day" it will fade and that, unlike the attack on Pearl Harbour, it will lead to nothing lasting.
Sure, the invasion of Afghanistan took place, but that is remote and even now barely registers in the media. The almost inevitable invasion of Iraq to affect "regime change" could be much the same.
Fighting terror or the faceless perpetrators of it isn't as clear-cut as World War II. Or maybe as winnable. "There are a few doubts about this Iraq thing," says a guy in a bookstore.
But at an individual level - and there are many thousands of people in this city directly affected - September 11 will never go away, certainly not in New York.
As an unidentified survivor of the World Trade Centre tragedy, who might have been giving voice to the sentiments of many, told ABC news, "Honestly I want to forget it. But I can't."
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