The flight from Asheville to Newark was fairly uneventful aside from a child that screamed almost the whole time. I got a whole row to myself and I got to sit by the window. My flight doesn’t leave until a little after 9 tonight, so I decided i would use me layover to go into NYC and see the 9/11 Memorial. I had trouble finding the number 62 bus to Newark Station. I finally found it, but didn’t have exactly $1.50 and was therefore not going to be allowed to get on the bus. A very sweet young man who looked like he was in his late teens paid for me. I got to Newark Station, ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and met a lovely woman named Judith who looked like she was around the same age as my parents but was actually 69. Judith and I had a nice conversation and she looked out for me when a man I am fairly certain was mentally ill was being a tad too friendly for my tastes. Judith helped me get to Penn Station then we went our separate ways. After what seemed like a very long time, I made it to the 9/11 Memorial. They let me in even though my bag was too big and I spent some time beside each of the memorial pools. I called my brother back because I had missed a call from him and talked to him as I was leaving the memorial. I then headed toward the PATH station. On my way there, I saw a man who had been on the train with me earlier. He held a sign saying that he was deaf and asking for help. I took him a hot dog and he cried, shook my hand, and gave me a lovely note of thanks. I am now on the train back to Newark Penn station where I will catch a bus back to the airport.