I was in a government building and they shut it down and sent us home. My daughter was scheduled to fly to L.A. that day, we hadn't asked her flight number. When I got home, we sat, waiting to hear if she was on one of the planes that had crashed. My Son-in-Law was serving in the Army and kept calling us to find out if we had heard from her. Hours later, we heard from her. She had been on the Whitestone Bridge on her way to the airport with some business associates. Traffic was stopped, detoured away from the airport and the bridge was closed and she couldn't return home. Cell phones weren't working. One of her companions said he had a relative with a house on Long Island. They went there, and when she called to tell us she was ok she was sitting by a pool with a strong drink in her hand. We had one, too.
Never forget.
Later