Megan McCafferty

July 31st, 1997

There was a reason to be anxious, though I obviously didn’t know it at the time. Intuition?

A band of Middle Eastern terrorists were on their way to Union St. station–about seven blocks from my apartment–to set off a bomb and kill all the rush hour commuters. (One got cold feet at the last minute and turned the others in.) This isn’t my station. But what’s to say they won’t bomb any other subway station in the city? Or any other major landmark for that matter?

C is petrified and wants me to leave New York and move to Bayville where no terrorist would bother going unless he had a major beef against Blackbeard’s Cave or miniature golf courses in general.