Okay - I finally got my Reflections on 911 coded and mounted, so you can read it if you are so inclined.
Its
one of those defining moments, like when John F Kennedy was shot - you remember
for the rest of your life what you were doing at the moment you heard. Thirty-eight
years later, I can remember every detail of that day as though it happened
yesterday. I can still see the art room, still hear the radio voice that
was played over the PA system saying "Three shots were fired." I remember
how quiet the halls were as we all walked to our next class in a state of
shock and firmly in the grip of disbelief.
So much of that tragedy came rushing back to me as I stood watching smoke stream out of the gaping holes in the Twin Towers.