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I was sitting right here, in my office, when someone interupted the interview the radio folks were having with some ladies from the YMCA to say that a plane had hit the WTC. My first thought was of the bobmer that hit the Empire State Building during WWII. I stopped thinking about that when the second plane hit.
My Dad typically asks why I'm calling him (we both hate the phone) but he didn't ask that day. He seemed anxious to talk.
I remember laying in bed that night, hearing a plane flying overhead and realizing that it had to be a military flight. It made me feel very sad and lonely.
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Howard Moon: The wind is my only friend.
Wind: [whistling] I hate you.
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