I remember that day so vividly.
My husband had died 2 weeks before, and I wasn't sleeping very well. I hadn't slept more than an hour the night before, so I decided to get the television on for background noise to see if I could lull myself to sleep. Instead, the view of those towers on fire and the constant re-running of the planes hitting the buildings made it impossible to sleep. I remembered the old radio hoax of War of the Worlds, and wondered for a second if that was what was going on (but I couldn't fathom why someone would want to run such a thing on a beautiful September morning.) I stayed glued to the television until my eyes refused to stay open.
Pat
