I don't remember eating or doing anything the rest of the day except watching the coverage on TV.
I felt a sense of shock and disbelief.
On 9/11/01 I was scheduled to help paint a church in Brooklyn, I didn’t even turn on the TV that morning. While ridding across the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge I saw the north tower in flames. All that day the pastors wife would bring us news, the south tower fell, the north tower fell, while we painted the walls pretty much in a state of shock. While taking a break buying a coke from a local store I watched the smoke drift over Brooklyn.
My wife was on an express bus heading into Manhattan that morning. The Gowanus Expressway in Brooklyn is elevated and the entire bus saw the second plane fly over the harbor and into the south tower. They (the passengers) immediately told the driver to turn around, but being a bus driver he had to call the dispatcher to find out what to do. They turned back to Staten Island. On the way home that night I tell you I’ve have never seen New York City that quiet.
Have you ever ridden on a train and smelled the brakes while it’s coming into the station (metallic dust)? The entire city smelled like that for weeks after.
With family & friends, shocked at the TV screens.