09-11-2015, 07:38 PM
At work, like many of you. Monday had been a really hectic day, and my Tuesday had been a lot slower. Walking down the aisle a coworker, just in passing, mentioned that a small plane had hit the WTC. No big deal, I thought and went on with my day. Then, word quickly spread of a second plane hitting. I went to our HR department because I knew they had a tv, and found all of them watching it. I must have left before the first tower fell, because I didn't see it happen live. I went back to my office and turned on the radio, listening to the news. A little bit after 11, one of the guys I usually ate lunch with came in and said he was going to a restaurant nearby to grab a bite and watch their tv. Four of us went and watched the tv in the corner of the room in silence.
I had promised the night before to stop over at my mom's house and mow the yard. I had to pass several gas stations, and I remember all of them just being jammed, cars lined up into the street, beacuse rumors had started that $5 gasoline was right around the corner.
One other thing I remember about that day for some reason: the weather. It was just an absolutely beautiful September day, with a piercing blue sky.
I had promised the night before to stop over at my mom's house and mow the yard. I had to pass several gas stations, and I remember all of them just being jammed, cars lined up into the street, beacuse rumors had started that $5 gasoline was right around the corner.
One other thing I remember about that day for some reason: the weather. It was just an absolutely beautiful September day, with a piercing blue sky.
