Photo (c) Thomas E. Franklin - The Record
On the morning of September 11, 2001, I was driving to a doctor's appointment. I turned on the radio to hear the DJs talking about "the worst terrorist attack in U.S. history." Assuming they were rehashing Oklahoma City, I switched to a music CD.
I arrived at the lobby of the doctor's office to find everyone riveted to the TV. All I could see on the television screen was gray smoke. I asked what it was, and someone said the World Trade Center. I said, "really? I can't see the towers." They replied: "they're gone." I couldn't even conceive of what they were talking about. Gone? Gone where? It made no sense.
It still doesn't.
Where were you when it happened?