At this hour, I was on a plane coming back West. Last bit of NYC I saw was the glint of the setting sun on the towers. I'd spent that gorgeous day at the Gugenheim, and walked down Lexington to go have a drink in the tower, but got under a building next to the Citibank building and got spooked for no particular reason. Headed back, got my luggage and headed out to Kennedy.
Next morning my wife woke me up just after the first tower was struck. I had some friends working in the tower, but their office hourse started at 10 a.m., so they were safe. For years after, when I met doctors from the city, they all knew someone who died that terrible day.
As much as anything else about the 10th, it was what a beautiful, clear day it was.
The more I do, the less I accomplish.