Better late than never I guess.
On 9/11/01, I was at work in Manhattan, about a mile north of the Twin Towers. Right after the plane went into the first tower, a friend called me. It was unclear what was happening at first, and the towers could be seen from some offices, including the office of a colleague whose son was killed in the towers. After we were dismissed from work in late morning, I joined the crowds trudging north from downtown. Luckily I could stay with a friend because all public transportation was shut down and there was no way to get across the Hudson to Jerdey City. His apartment on 14th Street has a huge terrace with an unobstructed view of downtown. I’ll never forget that view. Both towers had already collapsed by the time I arrived there, but my friend did see the second tower collapse. I’m glad I missed that.