New York City
I had flew into New Jersey from Boston on September 8, 2001 and I wasn't scheduled to start work until that following Friday, the 14th. Since I had some time on my hands I made plans to meet up with a friend of mine in Washington DC to do some shopping and hang out. So I left early Tuesday morning and headed off to Washington DC. I was listening to CDs since I didn't wanna bother looking for a good radio station. A few hours into my drive my sister had called me and asked me if I was still planning on my road trip. I said yeah, and that I was half way there. She said "I think you should turn around, the World Trade Center is on fire..." then I said "but that's in the opposite direction." "But the pentagon is on fire too..." I hung up with her and drove back to New Jersey.
I started work that Friday and it was really somber. My shifts were Fri-Mon so I had Tues-Thurs off. I had made some friends early and I asked them if they wanted to go with me to the city to check it out. Here's what I saw:
Union Square -- memorial for the victims
Ironically, I'm flying out on September 19 back to NYC...