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.
Gotcha.
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