It was one of those days that happens once in a generation where we will always remember where we were and who we were with. I was working at DuPont, and we were all in the conference room watching our little TC in shock. By 11am the Governor's office called and ordered the site evacuated by noon (they wouldn't let us return until two days later).
TC --> TV (bleh...I'm tired)
I was test driving a car. I turned on the radio to a rock station I normally listen to to see how the radio sounded and heard news instead. I recalled thinking how much of a mess it must have been. At the time only the first plane had hit. As soon as we got back to the dealership, the second plane hit. We sat there in a cubicle with a care salesman for the next two hours listening to it all. It was very strange the way it happened.
I remember it like yesterday. My first child was only 4 weeks old. He had been up so much the night before and I was exhausted. The phone rang at around 8:55 and I was furious. Everyone in my family knew not to call me in the morning so I could try to catch up on sleep. It was my husband and he started telling me what was going on. It took me a bit to shake the cobwebs from my head and understand what he was saying. As he was talking to me the second plane hit. He said turn on the news, we are under attack and said it was probably Bin laden. I got up immediately and just couldn't not believe the footage. I cried for days and held and hygged my baby almost nonstop.
What also strikes me about that morning is that as I channel surfed the news, the Today show kept talking about how much the towers were leaning and that they were only designed to take on so much sway and were afraid they were going to collapse. Too bad those leftist idiots have forgotten who was responsible and are taking the 1930's approach to dealing with fanatics.