Roommate in Detroit that had taken a flight out of Logan that morning:
Me in Framingham, MA: 'Ok, so?'
Roommate in Detroit: 'Turn the TV on!'
And then I watch the 2nd plane come in.
All outbound calls not connecting - all networks busy. Cell and landline.
Dad on the phone: 'You ok? Good. The planes originated from Boston, and I have someone who's son also left Boston at the same time....'
I record the day's events live, towers collapse, ashen (literally) faced people, sirens, II date that will live in infamy....
Thoughts on my time up there, in the twin towers two months earlier on a rainy day.
Reports that Camp David and the White House were hit.
Friend and I play tennis in a surreal setting that 9/11 evening.
Endless incoming calls to ask if I was ok. I wasn't.
TV shows people in Gaza shooting rifles in the air.
Stick Old Glory sticker on my car, given recently acquired PR status.
Wed onward: 'Are neighbors, people at the store, mall, interstate..... looking at me differently?'
'Chasing Amy' on TV the previous night