Fortunately I never made it into work on September 11, 2001.
I worked at Dow Jones in the World Financial Center, right across West Street from the World Trade Center. I was running late that day, preparing for a rare scheduled appearance on CNBC, so I wanted to look good. One shirt was wrinkled, one tie had stains, and by the time I got the right shirt and tie on, my wife told me that a plane had hit one of the Twin Towers.
Like many, I thought it was an accident, and I was determined to wait it out, remembering the 1993 bomb at the Trade Center which stranded some subways in tunnels for hours. But then we watched in horror as the second plane hit and one tower, then another crumbled to dust in front of our eyes.
This was unfathomable. America was at its apex then, the