That terrible day.

I can't help but think about it. What I was doing, where I was when I heard the news five years ago.

Steve was on a temporary layoff from Tyco, so he was home. I had just gotten another allergy shot & got to the office around 9:15am. There was a note on my desk "Call Steve. A plane hit the twin towers" I still don't know who left me the note. My first thought was "what a stupid accident". One of the girls walked past the window & I asked if she knew about the plane. She said "yes, but now it's 2" I logged into the computer & called Steve. We had MSNBC live feed in a small corner of our computer screens at the time. I wasn't in the habit of watching it, so it took a few minutes to come up. I remember 2 clients came to the window, and I was the one to give them the news. I talked to Steve for a little while, for comfort mostly. I hung up and tried to start sorting the mail. Just as the first tower started to collapse, we lost the MSNBC feed. Nobody was up here but me, but I started saying "OMG, what was that? what was that?" I had to call Steve again.

An email came out to close the whole complex. So I put things away, made a sign for the doors, locked up the mail, locked up the office, and started driving home. I was still shaking. Along Rte 30, my 95 Saturn started acting funny. I knew this feeling because it had done it before. Another alternator just went out. I pulled off into the Giant parking lot, called Steve, called AAA, and sat & listened to the news reports on the radio. We dropped off the car at the dealer, but they were closing anyway, like most businesses. We went home & started watching the news again.

Our friend Ed stopped by unannounced (as usual). He said he couldn't watch the news any more so we watched a DVD - I think it was What Women Want. After he finally left, we went back to staring at the news. I was afraid to not watch for several weeks after.