A day I don’t want to remember, but clearly in my mind. A September morning, very clear autumn skies. When I left home to drive to work, I could see the twin towers from the top of my hill. A sight I only saw only a few times a year since I live ~40 miles away from Manhattan. I thought it was a great sight. Later on the drive to work I saw the twin towers much closer while going over a bridge while approaching work in Rahway, New Jersey. When starting work and reviewing e-mail that morning, one of my associates came in and said she had heard on the radio that a plane had crashed into one of the twin towers. I was thinking maybe a small airplane. We went to the top of the building I was working in, but really couldn’t see Manhattan. We then went to the top of a seven story parking garage on site. There we saw the first tower in smoke and burning, then saw the 2nd plane crash into the other tower. We watched in horror as both towers collapsed. Soon after, our worksite was closed and we were sent home. Soon after to experience the sonic booms of military jets passing over (too late). When going home, I did see folks in Muslim dress at the bridge that I saw the tower earlier in the day that appeared to be cheering at the smoke rising from the remains. To repeat, A day I don’t want to remember.