It was rare in that I actually drove to work that day. I was on Deerfoot headed for downtown when I heard on the radio that a plane had hit the WTC. We all thought it was a terrible acccident (I was under the impression that it was a cessna at first). Got to work, went to the boardroom for a meeting and watched the 2nd plane hit live.
I accomplished nothing the rest of the day. I stood outside the office, chainsmoking, the words to Soundgarden's "Blow Up The Outside World" in my head. I kept looking towards the sky, wondering if something similar was going to happen to us.
Went home early and saw all the planes on the runway. Should have taken a picture of that. It was like parrallel parking for planes. The skies were eerily quiet.
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