...Will and I had flown home from New York the day before, taking off from Newark after a visit with my family. My mother had tried to convince us to stay another day and postpone our flight until the 11th, but we had stuff to do at home, and took off as scheduled on the 10th so we could catch up on work.
On the morning of the 11th, we were sleeping in when the phone rang. I was so tired, I answered the phone half-mumbling. It was our girl, Jen, saying "We've been attacked by terrorists. The World Trade Center was hit. It's gone." For a minute, I thought I was dreaming this. I hung up and ran back to the bedroom, waking Will up with the news. We immediately turned on the TV and tuned to CNN. And there it all was. Not a dream but the worst nightmare come true.
Where were you on September 11, 2001?