What about Woosley, Gaffney and Michael Medved?
My "where were you" on this one is pretty boring. I was at home, in bed. At the time, I worked 2pm-10pm, so I usually stayed up pretty late and slept till 12 or 12:30pm. The only unusual thing is that, for some odd reason, I'd left my TV on the night before; perhaps I'd just fallen asleep in bed before turning it off. In any case, around 10:00am or so, I started going in and out of that groggy semiconscious state every few minutes to the sound of Tom Brokaw, and I just barely made out words like "bomb" and "explosion". I looked up, saw what seemed to be a never-ending overhead chopper shot, and all in all, it just wasn't enough to stir me to full consciousness, even though there was part of my brain trying to wake me up, yelling, "Hey, this isn't normal pal! Tom Brokaw doesn't do the news in the morning!"
I never did finally wake up for real until my alarm clock went off a couple of hours later, and then I had a very busy day at work that prevented any of it sinking in until after I got home for the night.