After the attack, Davenport decided to drive from California back to New York City, where her apartment had looked out upon the Twin Towers. Along the way, she visited national monuments and sites of historic trauma, from the Grand Canyon to Los Alamos, from the Gateway Arch in St. Louis to the site of the Oklahoma City bombing. The people she encounters at random along her way home share their own personal stories of loss, and with astonishing candor: a woman tells of losing custody of her children, a veteran describes his battle with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, a cowboy reveals that his mother murdered his father. Outside of Selma, Alabama, she encounters an elderly black farmer named Lee Shanks who shows her a photograph of his house crushed under a giant tree: “A tree fell on this house. I was in here.” 

Davenport argues that each of her subjects is like Lee Shanks, crawling out from under the wreckage. The title refers not just to the Twin Towers themselves and the dividing lines of the Interstate, but also to these individual story lines paralleling the nation's tragedy. 

Touching on a wide range of subjects, from the meaning of love to the horror of the atomic bomb, this poignant film is both a classic American road movie and a timeless portrait of American identity–the open road revealing heartache, humor, surprise, but, above all, the drive to endure. Finally reaching “Ground Zero” in New York, she meets a still photographer who seeks, like her, to record reactions to the site. He admits that his camera provides him with personal distance from the destruction. Like the photographer, instead of facing the trauma directly, Davenport seeks to “examine its reflection, the ripples outward across the American landscape."

2nd Place - Documentary, East Lansing Film Festival, 2005

"September 11th Remembered in Film," Brooklyn Arts Council, NY, 2007