It was a Tuesday morning like any other. And then it wasn't. I can still remember thinking a high rise must have been burning for so many fire trucks and ambulances to be howling down Broadway at barely nine in the morning. On entering the Strand Bookstore and punching in for my shift, I was drawn over to the buyer's counter, concerned by the worried expressions of my co-workers. Just after stepping up to them I heard the announcer on the radio say “the second tower has just been hit.” My coworkers had just barely had time to inform that a plane had flown into the World Trade Center when we were all confronted with a terrible fact: this was not an accident.
my sentiments as well!!!