William: Could you give me some smaller notes? can you do my homework please That was a long time ago. Without much thinking about it, I stayed away from Ground Zero as it lingered for years as a hole in the ground until I found myself there as a reporter covering Occupy Wall Street, which went down in the shadow of the towers. I ended up inside the same Burger King, which is kitty-corner to Zuccotti Park where the anarchists and organizers and children and lost souls and gakwers camped out there in a sometimes sincere, inevitably absurd gesture that, despite the chaos and NYPD listening towers ringing the encampment, had little to do with the trauma there a decade earlier. In the early days of the occupation, community members complained about the ground zero tourists and the occupiers interchangeably — who were these people clogging the streets and using the church’s bathrooms?