I was at work that morning. We are allowed to listen to the radio with earphones and of course heard it there. At lunchtime i walked a couple of blocks to the fitness center i belonged to at the time because it was the nearest place i knew had a tv. I spent my lunch time on an exercise bike staring just stunned at the horrible images on the screen.
I remember walking back to work in tears. I spent hours that night watching tv. I still remember the clearest (other than the images of the plane hitting the tower and the towers burning) the sad, sad relatives and friends of the missing that put up all those missing posters hoping their loved one would be found alive in a hospital or something. It was just hearbreaking watching them. In a lot of ways i am nostalgic for 09-10-01.
