All these stories bring me right back.
I was in my apartment on Upper West Side in Manhattan listening to the radio getting ready to leave for work. They reported a plane had flown into one of the towers, no one knew much more at that moment. I remember thinking it must be a small private plane.
I left for work but something told me not to go down into the subway so I ducked into my local diner who had a small TV on and sat there for an hour or so. A group of NYers all staring at disbelief at the TV.
Yet I STILL took a cab to my midtown office. All my coworkers were waiting downstairs.
A few NJers who weren't up for the trek home, walked back uptown to my apt, and as we walked north all we had to do was turn our heads to see the smoke. We watched the news the whole dreaded day.
Today here in NYC is the exact kind of weather as 2001. Clear, sunny, crisp.
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