It's funny how time puts it's own perspective on events like that. You can ask anyone who was old enough to process what was going on where they were and they'll tell you right away.
I was in study hall. History teacher I really liked came in and whispered to the other. Rest of the day tvs on in every class. Years later ran into him. Anti Trumper. I'm like, well, I don't like him as a person, but he's doing a lot of good.
Heh, I remember that day vividly. From tying my shoes while watching the second plane hit, to leaving work while my jewish boss threatened to doc our pay, to getting chinese food later that evening, looking to the plumes of smoke and debris and thinking "Shit ain't gonna be the same after this."
When you said you were in NY that day, I just assumed you meant you were more directly impacted.
Ronkonkoma NY. Close enough to see it, smell it, and basically be afraid of anything that might happen, but not close enough to be in the thick of the disaster.
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