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...have half a day or so to see the city, start by taking a taxi to the Shanghai Museum, at 201 Renmin Avenue, which features China's finest ceremonial bronzes, ceramics and calligraphy. A walk across the People's Square, past waltzing couples and kite-flying youngsters, will take you to the equally impressive Shanghai Art Museum, housed in the carefully renovated Shanghai Race Club at 325 Nanjing Xi Road, which boasts China's top collection of contemporary paintings...
Last Thursday someone threw stone after stone through the windshields of cabs in Manhattan's Central Park, apparently targeting dark-skinned drivers. "A lot of cabdrivers are not driving," says Ali Agha Abba, a Pakistani-American taxi driver in New York City. "I can't afford to not work. So I have to take a chance." Last Monday a man drove a Mustang through the front entrance of the Grand Mosque in Parma, Ohio, the largest in the state. The Sunday before, a Muslim woman in Memphis was beaten on her way to worship. The day before that, a Pakistani...
...struck our country does not have to cripple it. Americans must not be afraid of returning to the streets of New York, Boston and other cities throughout the nation. As we donate blood and contribute to relief efforts, we are also needed to fill the theaters, the airplanes, the taxi cabs and the hotel rooms. We are the fabric that holds the nation and its economy together, and we must not be frayed by fear...
...taxi driver turned on the radio. The reporter on 1010 WINS-AM radio said she saw a jet airliner flying low over Manhattan and crash into the World Trade Center. So I, like everyone else, thought a horrible accident had occurred...
...side of one of the towers. At first, I thought it was an explosion from within the building. I could not really see the second airliner hit the second tower, even though I did see the airplane for a brief second before the collision. I screamed. The taxi driver began yelling at the top of his lungs, “What is that? What was that!?” The driver took me to the southern end of Allen St., near FDR Drive. I got out and started walking toward my Pine Street office...