To quote my blog entry:
I find it odd that I have never cried over the event. I remember that morning vividly, waking up, being outside, hearing a commotion it was right after the first plane hit, and going to the corner of Grand St. & Madison St. Watching and seeing what became common knowledge as the second plane hitting, seeing the towers go down, seeing the smoke, watching the pain of everyone standing by me. Seeing the tens of thousands of people heading from downtown past, the sadness, the panic, the pain, people begging to borrow a phone to call someone, anyone. All circuits being busy no one despite being able to try being able to reach their loved ones.
The following weeks was chaos, the area we lived in was closed off by the military. Food deliveries was on a minimum, you needed an ID to go anywhere, and everyone was still just numb.
The 2 beams are where the towers would have stood.
I forogot to add yes I saw the towers go down, and it was just mind numbing standing there watching was kind of like the mind did not comprehend it at first.