I remember being at a meeting at my daughters’ school, as the principal came into the room to tell us that–unbelievably–a plane had “lost control and hit one of the World Trade Center buildings.” We rescheduled the meeting, feeling unnerved.
I walked home, very quickly, hearing bits of conversations people were having in the streets about “terrorists,” “suicides,” “President Bush,” and on and on. I was almost running.
I remember trying to call my husband, who was on his way to the World Trade Center for a meeting, but no calls were getting through. The lines were overwhelmed with calls. (more…)