The most stately of the angels, Caruso was painted while listening to the entire set of PTSD tapes which go from the plane flying over my house, through the events you all watched on TV, on to the day I spent handing out water on the West Side Highway, and then the funeral for my fireman friend at St. Patrick's when Fifth Avenue was closed down from 42nd Street to Central Park. They continue as things escalate at the store as well as the business trips that required scary air travel, until the first anniversary spun into a workplace freakshow. I needed those tapes to piece it together, to understand how one thing led to another.