tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245960788517958704.post4570211571020926315..comments2024-02-02T20:21:31.097-05:00Comments on All the Pretty Things: Where were you...?Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637712312686274989noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245960788517958704.post-25836198591029119362012-09-11T08:23:50.295-04:002012-09-11T08:23:50.295-04:00Thank you Alicia for a beautiful remembrance.Thank you Alicia for a beautiful remembrance.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15052457842837947715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245960788517958704.post-89056043751943737412012-09-11T08:21:06.125-04:002012-09-11T08:21:06.125-04:00I was at home doing (who knows what). The phone ra...I was at home doing (who knows what). The phone rang and when I answered it, my daughter asked me to put the TV on, because the building she was workng in had lost all communicaions ability (her building used the communication tower at the top of the building). When I did, the first tower was smoking and the second had not yet been hit. It looked like a raging fire and all I could think of were the brave firemen who would have to battle it. I sat incredulous as events unfolded and when the second tower was hit I called my daughter back to tell her what had happened. She immediately started to cry, because a friend at work had been talking to her mother (who worked in that second tower) and then the phone abruptly went dead. I didn't know her, but I felt her pain, and to this day, still do.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15052457842837947715noreply@blogger.com