Where I was ...
That morning, my brother and I raced our cars to the Lorimar street station. It was a bright and crisp blue morning. I beat him there that morning and we headed into the city. I was working for a small book publisher located on the 71st floor of the Empire State Building. The commute that morning was very average. When I got off the train it was weird that there were no street vendors out. Where was I going to get tea and a donut. What I didn't know was the first plane had hit the World Trade Center while I was on the R train, heading towards 34th street. I walk into the building and building security is holding my boss back from going on to the elevator. I asked what was going on, and he said didn't you hear about the WTC? I hadn't and he said that a plane crashed into one. He wanted to make sure none of the staff was up there.
Eventually they let him up. I went outside and looked down fifth ave and saw the second fireball. This was no accident. I start calling my people. I got in touch with the soon to be Mrs. GMIBP and my brother. We needed to meet up somewhere, so we went to her office. I am trying to get in contact with anyone I could. We couldn't get in contact with my mom who was still teaching and the phones at her school were overloaded. But she was in Brooklyn, and in no danger. We just wanted to let her know we were all together and safe. We watched the towers drop on the big screens in Times Square. One of my buddies happened to have driven into the City that morning, we all got into his car and headed uptown to wait until the bridges re-opened.
Up in the upper east side it was like nothing happened. There was no chaos, no smoke, no debris. Eventually we packed into the car, me, the soon to be, my brother, my buddy, and his step mother, I remember the sky being orange as we drove over the 59th street bridge. The sky was broken up by a streak of dark grey smoke that emitted from the ground. Soon I was back in my car and we drove home. I got some Chinese food that night and as I walked over to the restaurant a bunch of fighter pales zoomed across the sky. We were in a new world.
That week, my office was open only sporadically. When we were open we were evacuated several times. In the days after the tragedy, we went to a candle light vigil. And Mike Piazza lifted the city briefly with a career defining home run off of the Braves (and Queens native) pitcher Steve Karsay.