I lived on La Guardia Place, and passed the children and parents at the bus stop on Prince St. and West B'way every morning on my way to the subway, on my way to work. The Patz family lived in a loft above the health food store. Although I did not know them, I saw them often. The police came with dogs to my my small building, looking for clues..I was also stopped by the police every morning for a while, asking me if I could remember anything from that morning. The memory of that painful time has stayed with me.

I lived on Sullivan with my six year old blond son when Etan was kidnapped. I moved out of the village immediately to the upperwestside. Never a year passes I don't remember him and his family. I continue to pray he will be found, his demise known and someday there will be peace for his parents.

a sensative and intriguing subject. Too bad it was handled by leonard lopate. one of your worst interviews. constantly interupting her and derailing what she wants to, and needs to, say about the subject.

This was one of the most emotionally charged events that happened in my life, shortly after I moved the Village. Its because my own children, living just a few blocks away, lived through a similar first trip to a busstop and identifying with the Patz's loss was so overwhelming. I will never forget - and I can still really cry over this -walking with my baby carriage in the Grand Union and seeing Mrs. Patz, who smiled at my baby in the stroller...leaving me in tears. Its been one of the most memorable, as well as upsetting, eye to eye exhanges I have ever had. I have never forgotten this.