I was at my desk on the 12th floor of a building which no longer exists, 1/2 block away from Century 21, a clothing store kind of famous for its discounted designer stuff, the WTC filled my entire window. You couldn't see the top of it, even if you pressed your face to the window. I shared the front half of the floor with myself and another designer. We had struck out on her own and had over a quarter million dollars in contracts to deliver that quarter. Then a fire engine came, then another, then it seemed every single fire engine in the state arrived downstairs. The street was so full of emergency vehicles that there were no taxis, which is extremely unusual.
I stupidly went downstairs to quickly see what the matter was. I figured there was just a fire or something. When I got downstairs it was absolute mayhem, and an NYPD officer pushed me away from the building. My laptop, flip phone, camera, everything was sitting upstairs there at my desk.
I walked down to the Battery and stood there, sort of on the side where the Staten Island Ferry terminal is. I stayed there for maybe an hour when the second plane hit. Then the first Tower fell, covering me and everyone with dust, and I walked home over the Brooklyn Bridge along with everybody else. Some of the looks on people's faces that day I won't ever forget. Zoned out.
No one's cell phones worked (and wouldn't for the next 2 or 3 days) . I couldn't communicate with anyone. I found my best friend waiting exactly where he thought I would go looking for him, where we would always meet for lunch at this Chinese restaurant. I stepped around the plane's landing gear while the police were rapping crime scene tape around it on my way to the buffet.
I remember pausing to get away from the crowd standing up the Brooklyn Battery overhang and grasping singed and burned pieces of legal law books paper fluttering down like snow. The pages just fluttered down for literally the next hour. Then the next tower fell and I walked home and watched the news all day
I saw the E-4B up in the sky, orbiting, watching, before the towers fell
Had to wait TWO weeks to get an NYPD escort and get in and retrieve all my things.
For years I lied to my parents and told them I was nowhere near the tragedy and that I just watched it on TV like the rest of them. I had to wait in line for 3 hours to use email because nothing worked
I lost a friend, a firefighter, that day. I've been to the Firefighter Memorial in Colorado Springs to pencil his name off the granite. They do something like 25 firefighters a year the memorial had enough granite to lose maybe 20 years and in one day it would have gotten filled up and even more. They had to quadruple the size of the memorial just to handle 9/11
It's why I'm here
I was at my desk on the 12th floor of a building which no longer exists, 1/2 block away from Century 21, a clothing store kind of famous for its discounted designer stuff, the WTC filled my entire window. You couldn't see the top of it, even if you pressed your face to the window. I shared the front half of the floor with myself and another designer. We had struck out on her own and had over a quarter million dollars in contracts to deliver that quarter. Then a fire engine came, then another, then it seemed every single fire engine in the state arrived downstairs. The street was so full of emergency vehicles that there were no taxis, which is extremely unusual.
I stupidly went downstairs to quickly see what the matter was. I figured there was just a fire or something. When I got downstairs it was absolute mayhem, and an NYPD officer pushed me away from the building. My laptop, flip phone, camera, everything was sitting upstairs there at my desk.
I walked down to the Battery and stood there, sort of on the side where the Staten Island Ferry terminal is. I stayed there for maybe an hour when the second plane hit. Then the first Tower fell, covering me and everyone with dust, and I walked home over the Brooklyn Bridge along with everybody else. Some of the looks on people's faces that day I won't ever forget. Zoned out.
No one's cell phones worked (and wouldn't for the next 2 or 3 days) . I couldn't communicate with anyone. I found my best friend waiting exactly where he thought I would go looking for him, where we would always meet for lunch at this Chinese restaurant. I stepped around the plane's landing gear while the police were rapping crime scene tape around it on my way to the buffet.
I remember pausing to get away from the crowd standing up the Brooklyn Battery overhang and grasping singed and burned pieces of legal law books paper fluttering down like snow. The page is just fluttered down for literally the next hour. Then the next Tower fell and I walked home and watched the news all day
I saw the E-4B up in the sky, orbiting, watching, before the towers fell
Had to wait TWO weeks to get an NYPD escort and get in and retrieve all my things.
I lost a friend, a firefighter, that day. I've been to the Firefighter Memorial in Colorado Springs to pencil his name off the granite. They do something like 25 firefighters a year the memorial had enough granite to lose maybe 20 years and in one day it would have gotten filled up and even more. They had to quadruple the size of the memorial just to handle 9/11
It's why I'm here
I was at my desk on the 12th floor have a building which no longer exists, 1/2 block away from Century 21, a clothing store kind of famous for its discounted designer stuff, the WTC filled my entire window. You couldn't see the top of it, even if you pressed your face to the window. I shared the front half of the floor with myself and another designer. We had struck out on her own and had over a quarter million dollars in contracts to deliver that quarter. Then a fire engine came, then another, then it seemed every single fire engine in the state arrived downstairs. The street was so full of emergency vehicles that there were no taxis, which is extremely unusual.
I stupidly went downstairs to quickly see what the matter was. I figured there was just a fire or something. When I got downstairs it was absolute mayhem, and an NYPD officer pushed me away from the building. My laptop, flip phone, camera, everything was sitting upstairs there at my desk.
I walked down to the Battery and stood there, sort of on the side where the Staten Island Ferry terminal is. I stayed there for maybe an hour when the second plane hit. Then the first Tower fell, covering me and everyone with dust, and I walked home over the Brooklyn Bridge along with everybody else. Some of the looks on people's faces that day I won't ever forget. Zoned out.
No one's cell phones worked (and wouldn't for the next 2 or 3 days) . I couldn't communicate with anyone. I found my best friend waiting exactly where he thought I would go looking for him, where we would always meet for lunch at this Chinese restaurant. I stepped around the plane's landing gear while the police were rapping crime scene tape around it on my way to the buffet.
I remember pausing to get away from the crowd standing up the Brooklyn Battery overhang and grasping singed and burned pieces of legal law books paper fluttering down like snow. The page is just fluttered down for literally the next hour. Then the next Tower fell and I walked home and watched the news all day
I saw the E-4B up in the sky, orbiting, watching, before the towers fell
I lost a friend, a firefighter, that day. I've been to the Firefighter Memorial in Colorado Springs to pencil his name off the granite. They do something like 25 firefighters a year the memorial had enough granite to lose maybe 20 years and in one day it would have gotten filled up and even more. They had to quadruple the size of the memorial just to handle 9/11
It's why I'm here
I was at my desk on the 12th floor have a building which no longer exists, 1/2 block away from Century 21, a clothing store kind of famous for its discounted designer stuff, the WTC filled my entire window. You couldn't see the top of it, even if you pressed your face to the window. I shared the front half of the floor with myself and another designer. We had struck out on her own and had over a quarter million dollars in contracts to deliver that quarter. Then a fire engine came, then another, then it seemed every single fire engine in the state arrived downstairs. The street was so full of emergency vehicles that there were no taxis, which is extremely unusual.
I stupidly went downstairs to quickly see what the matter was. I figured there was just a fire or something. When I got downstairs it was absolute mayhem, and an NYPD officer pushed me away from the building. My laptop, flip phone, camera, everything was sitting upstairs there at my desk.
I walked down to the Battery and stood there, sort of on the side where the Staten Island Ferry terminal is. I stayed there for maybe an hour when the second plane hit. Then the first Tower fell, covering me and everyone with dust, and I walked home over the Brooklyn Bridge along with everybody else. Some of the looks on people's faces that day I won't ever forget. Zoned out.
No one's cell phones worked (and wouldn't for the next 2 or 3 days) . I couldn't communicate with anyone. I found my best friend waiting exactly where he thought I would go looking for him, where we would always meet for lunch at this Chinese restaurant. I stepped around the plane's landing gear while the police were rapping crime scene tape around it on my way to the buffet.
I remember pausing to get away from the crowd standing up the Brooklyn Battery overhang and grasping singed and burned pieces of legal law books paper fluttering down like snow. The page is just fluttered down for literally the next hour. Then the next Tower fell and I walked home and watched the news all day
I saw the E-4B up in the sky, orbiting, watching, before the towers fell
I lost a friend, a firefighter, that day. I've been to the Firefighter Memorial in Colorado Springs to pencil his name off the granite. They do something like 25 firefighters a year the memorial had enough Granite to Lost maybe 20 years and in one day it would have gotten filled up and even more. They had to quadruple the size of the memorial just to handle 9/11
It's why I'm here
I was at my desk on the 12th floor have a building which no longer exists, 1/2 block away from Century 21, a clothing store kind of famous for its discounted designer stuff, the WTC filled my entire window. You couldn't see the top of it, even if you pressed your face to the window. I shared the front half of the floor with myself and another designer. We had struck out on her own and had over a quarter million dollars in contracts to deliver that quarter. Then a fire engine came, then another, then it seemed every single fire engine in the state arrived downstairs. The street was so full of emergency vehicles that there were no taxis, which is extremely unusual.
I stupidly went downstairs to quickly see what the matter was. I figured there was just a fire or something. When I got downstairs it was absolute mayhem, and an NYPD officer pushed me away from the building. My laptop, flip phone, camera, everything was sitting upstairs there at my desk.
I walked down to the Battery and stood there, sort of on the side where the Staten Island Ferry terminal is. I stayed there for maybe an hour when the second plane hit. Then the first Tower fell, covering me and everyone with dust, and I walked home over the Brooklyn Bridge along with everybody else. Some of the looks on people's faces that day I won't ever forget. Zoned out.
No one's cell phones worked (and wouldn't for the next 2 or 3 days) . I couldn't communicate with anyone. I found my best friend waiting exactly where he thought I would go looking for him, where we would always meet for lunch at this Chinese restaurant. I stepped around the plane's landing gear while the police were rapping crime scene tape around it on my way to the buffet.
I remember pausing to get away from the crowd standing up the Brooklyn Battery overhang and grasping singed and burned pieces of legal law books paper fluttering down like snow. The page is just fluttered down for literally the next hour. Then the next Tower fell and I walked home and watched the news all day
I saw the E-4B up in the sky, orbiting, watching, before the towers fell
I lost a friend, a firefighter, that day. I've been to the Firefighter Memorial in Colorado Springs to pencil his name Boston granite. They do something like 25 firefighters a year the memorial had enough Granite to Lost maybe 20 years and in one day it would have gotten filled up and even more. They had to quadruple the size of the memorial just to handle 9/11
It's why I'm here
I was at my desk on the 12th floor have a building which no longer exists, 1/2 block away from Century 21, a clothing store kind of famous for its discounted designer stuff, the WTC filled my entire window. You couldn't see the top of it, even if you pressed your face to the window. I shared the front half of the floor with myself and another designer. We had struck out on her own and had over a quarter million dollars in contracts to deliver that quarter. Then a fire engine came, then another, then it seemed every single fire engine in the state arrived downstairs. The street was so full of emergency vehicles that there were no taxis, which is extremely unusual.
I stupidly went downstairs to quickly see what the matter was. I figured there was just a fire or something. When I got downstairs it was absolute mayhem, and an NYPD officer pushed me away from the building. My laptop, flip phone, camera, everything was sitting upstairs there at my desk.
I walked down to the battery and stood there, sort of on the side where the Staten Island Ferry terminal is. I stayed there for maybe an hour when the second plane hit. Then the first Tower fell, covering me and everyone with dust, and I walked home over the Brooklyn Bridge along with everybody else. Some of the looks on people's faces that day I won't ever forget. Zoned out.
No one's cell phones worked (and wouldn't for the next 2 or 3 days) . I couldn't communicate with anyone. I found my best friend waiting exactly where he thought I would go looking for him, where we would always meet for lunch at this Chinese restaurant. I stepped around the plane's landing gear while the police were rapping crime scene tape around it on my way to the buffet.
I remember pausing to get away from the crowd standing up the Brooklyn Battery overhang and grasping singed and burned pieces of legal law books paper fluttering down like snow. The page is just fluttered down for literally the next hour. Then the next Tower fell and I walked home and watched the news all day
I saw the E-4B up in the sky, orbiting, watching, before the towers fell
I lost a friend, a firefighter, that day. I've been to the Firefighter Memorial in Colorado Springs to pencil his name Boston granite. They do something like 25 firefighters a year the memorial had enough Granite to Lost maybe 20 years and in one day it would have gotten filled up and even more. They had to quadruple the size of the memorial just to handle 9/11
It's why I'm here
I was at my desk on the 12th floor have a building which no longer exists, 1/2 block away from Century 21, a clothing store kind of famous for its discounted designer stuff, the WTC filled my entire window. You couldn't see the top of it, even if you pressed your face to the window. I sure do front half of the floor with myself and another designer. We had struck out on her own and had over a quarter million dollars in contracts to deliver that quarter. Then a fire engine came, then another, then it seemed every single fire engine in the state arrived downstairs. The street was so full of emergency vehicles that there were no taxis, which is extremely unusual.
I stupidly went downstairs to quickly see what the matter was. I figured there was just a fire or something. When I got downstairs it was absolute mayhem, and an NYPD officer pushed me away from the building. My laptop, flip phone, camera, everything was sitting upstairs there at my desk.
I walked down to the battery and stood there, sort of on the side where the Staten Island Ferry terminal is. I stayed there for maybe an hour when the second plane hit. Then the first Tower fell, covering me and everyone with dust, and I walked home over the Brooklyn Bridge along with everybody else. Some of the looks on people's faces that day I won't ever forget. Zoned out.
No one's cell phones worked (and wouldn't for the next 2 or 3 days) . I couldn't communicate with anyone. I found my best friend waiting exactly where he thought I would go looking for him, where we would always meet for lunch at this Chinese restaurant. I stepped around the plane's landing gear while the police were rapping crime scene tape around it on my way to the buffet.
I remember pausing to get away from the crowd standing up the Brooklyn Battery overhang and grasping singed and burned pieces of legal law books paper fluttering down like snow. The page is just fluttered down for literally the next hour. Then the next Tower fell and I walked home and watched the news all day
I saw the E-4B up in the sky, orbiting, watching, before the towers fell
I lost a friend, a firefighter, that day. I've been to the Firefighter Memorial in Colorado Springs to pencil his name Boston granite. They do something like 25 firefighters a year the memorial had enough Granite to Lost maybe 20 years and in one day it would have gotten filled up and even more. They had to quadruple the size of the memorial just to handle 9/11
It's why I'm here
I was at my desk on the 12th floor have a building which no longer exists, 1/2 block away from Century 21, a clothing store kind of famous for its discounted designer stuff, the WTC filled my entire window. You couldn't see the top of it, even if you pressed your face to the window. I sure do front half of the floor with myself and another designer. We had struck out on her own and had over a quarter million dollars in contracts to deliver that quarter. Then a fire engine came, then another, then it seemed every single fire engine in the state arrived downstairs. The street was so full of emergency vehicles that there were no taxis, which is extremely unusual.
I stupidly went downstairs to quickly see what the matter was. I figured there was just a fire or something. When I got downstairs it was absolute mayhem, and an NYPD officer pushed me away from the building. My laptop, flip phone, camera, everything was sitting upstairs there at my desk.
I walked down to the battery and stood there, sort of on the side where the Staten Island Ferry terminal is. I stayed there for maybe an hour when the second plane hit. Then the first Tower fell, covering me and everyone with dust, and I walked home over the Brooklyn Bridge along with everybody else. Some of the looks on people's faces that day I won't ever forget. Zoned out.
No one's cell phones worked (and wouldn't for the next 2 or 3 days) . I couldn't communicate with anyone. I found my best friend waiting exactly where he thought I would go looking for him, where we would always meet for lunch at this Chinese restaurant. I stepped around the plane's landing gear while the police were rapping crime scene tape around it on my way to the buffet.
I remember pausing to get away from the crowd standing up the Brooklyn Battery overhang and grasping singed and burned pieces of legal law books paper fluttering down like snow. The page is just fluttered down for literally the next hour. Then the next Tower fell and I walked home and watched the news all day
I saw the E-4B up in the sky, orbiting, watching, before the towers fell
I lost a friend, a firefighter, that day. I've been to the Firefighter Memorial in Colorado Springs to pencil his name Boston granite. They do something like 25 firefighters a year the memorial had enough Granite to Lost maybe 20 years and in one day it would have gotten filled up and even more. They had to quadruple the size of the memorial just to handle 9/11