Considering the fact that I have a bad memory when it comes to most things, I remember exactly where I was that morning. I was living in Dunwoody and working at Reece, Hoopes & Fincher at the time. For some reason I was working on a residential landscape design in one of the Principal's office instead of at my desk. A coworker stuck his head in the door and said that a plane had crashed into one of the WTC towers. We walked up to the conference room, where the live video was playing on a small 13" tv. Soon the room was full of co-workers, and we watched with disbelief when the second plane hit. None of us could believe what we were seeing. We just sat there watching in silence, then suddenly the first one fell, and then the second. It was mind boggling.
I went home and sat in front of the tv all evening. The next day we all tried to go back to work, but I am sure everyone was having trouble focusing on work. That night, I spent the evening glued to the tv again. That pattern seemed to go on for days, until all hope of finding survivors passed.
I could continue on the political track that I just got on, but I might offend some people, so I will stop myself now.
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