It was a normal Tuesday morning at work when the Consultant stopped by my desk to say that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center and that we were under attack. Little did I know that for once, Chicken Little was right and the sky really was falling.
Most of the morning was a blur. Updates were hard to get through traditional sources and most of the news I was getting was from the old Warren Ellis forum on Delphi and whatever incarnation of the Bendis Board was up at the time. I tried to go out to my car to get an update from the Howard Stern show, which at the time was on a one hour tape delay. Unfortunately, Chicago was one of the few markets that cut away from the show in order to simulcast a news station.
We all know what happens next: the Pentagon gets hit, another flight crashes in Pennsylvania, and, eventually, the buildings fall. It’s a day that, for a little while, unified the country, but at great cost. A day we would all like to forget. A day we never will.