I was in New York City on 9/11. It started out as a glorious day with a perfectly clear blue sky. My walk to work from the train station was delightful.

Before the real work of the day began, there was a buzz throughout the office. The TV in the break room was on and there were live reports of the “accident” downtown at the World Trade Center. If we craned our necks, as we looked out the windows, we could barely see the plume of smoke coming from downtown. Then the second plane hit. And later that morning the towers collapsed.

They closed the office early and let us go home. That wasn’t exactly easy to do. The trains and subways weren’t running. There were no buses. In fact, no traffic at all. Just a huge mass of people, all walking in the same direction and all very quiet.

It was the s

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