I arrived at work a bit late because of an appointment. I heard something on NPR about a plane going into Tower 1. I raced into the office and we turned on the TV in our lunchroom as the 2nd plane went into the tower. No words..... no words from anyone. I knew that my brother traveled a lot for work and my sister was going into Manhattan from Brooklyn for a job interview and I needed to talk with each of them to make sure I KNEW they were safe. My brother in law, an artist, collected many pieces of paper that blew across the river to the top[ of his building. He made a piece of art from those buy sell agreements and so many other pieces of paper. The next morning, David and I biked down (we live in Bethesda, MD) to get as close to the Pentagon as possible. It was still smoldering. Where were you when......I will NEVER forget.

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