The towers fell. My city is gone. WTC always meant "home" when flying into Kennedy, LaGuardia or Newark.
The day of the attack, my wife called me very frightened. I told her that everything would be ok, but our world would never be the same again and that we had lived in the best of times the world had ever known. She has told that story quite a few times and added that sadly I was right.
I used to wonder how my grandfather could hate the Japs 40 years after the attack on Pearl Harbor. I now understand.
September 11, 2001 was actually the day the music died.
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