First year of grad school. Professor walked in and asked if we heard "some idiot flew a plane into the WTC." When I got out of class and walked by the student union on the way to my apartment there were about 500 kids watching TV through the windows. Walked back into my apartment just in time to see the second plane hit the towers. Roommate handed me a beer and said we were going to war. Spent the rest of the day watching the TV pretty much in silence.

I've got an original 4x6 copy of this photo given to me by a good friend who was a NY firefighter. His guys were in one of the towers when they collapsed. Not many survived.



He also gave me a picture of the funeral procession for the firefighters from his station. Very eerie. In the years I knew him after, he would only speak about it briefly from time to time.