I had flown in from a business trip to Florida the night before. I had a layover at JFK, I remembered looking at the twin towers and thinking how cool it was to look out the window and see them on various trips over the years.
The morning of Sept. 11, I came downstairs and put the coffee on, then turned on GMA, I saw the first tower burning and couldn't figure out what I was seeing, I thought it might be a movie trailer. Then I realized that there had been a horrible accident. I ran upstairs and gently woke Dave up and he came down with me, just as the second plane was hitting.......horrified, is the only word I can think of.....we sat in front of the TV for the next few hours, trying to grasp what was happening. Over the next few days, I could barely be away from the TV. The skys over Denver were so quiet, with the exception of the Military planes circling the city, it was so strange. Everyone, everywhere seemed stunned and in shock.
Six days after 9/11, I was on a plane to CA. It was the strangest flight that I have ever been on. No one on the plane spoke.
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