I was in Jersey City trying to get to work. I pulled off US Rt 1 and made it to a hill overlooking the river. I got out of my car and joined a group of old men and school children with their teacher. We stood together behind a chain link fence and watched the burning tower silently collapse. The smell of burning plastic in the air. I got into my car, the streets of Jersey City were empty, frozen, silent. I headed back home to get the kids. Then we drove the hour south to my Mom’s house. The unthinkable image burned into the retina. The sun trapped in a clear blue bright sky.
“The attack occurred, I stood and watched the buildings fall with my own eyes, smelled the burning plastic from across the river,later at home, my eyes and ears were unnerved by the television as it became an unrelenting fear machine.” #911