9.11 and after

Sept. 11, 10:19 a.m.
From my roof.

I was downstairs monitoring the radio and the Web (not the television, I'm not sure why) when the second tower collapsed.

The phones stopped working, but my DSL connection stayed on. I e-mailed my parents and friends to let them know I was fine. When I managed to get through to my voice mail later, the first message was from a friend in Australia, who had been watching TV and wanted to make sure I was okay. He knew about it before I did.

For some reason it took a while for me to accept that I wasn't going to get any work done that day, that the normal routine was out of the question, that many things were going to be different.