The first thing that I always think about was the weather that morning. It was my perfect, Fall day. The sky was blue, the air was crisp, you could smell the change in the seasons. I wished Zaydie a good morning, grabbed my jean jacket to kept away the chill, my CD player with a new disc in it, and raced towards the bus. As always, there was that one spot on Grand Street where you got that perfect view of The Twin Towers. I don't remember if I paused to notice, like I had the first time I moved down to The Lower East Side. I had grown numb to the scenery and, since I was in a rush, didn't take any time to admire the view. I boarded the bus and and headed towards my job in Rockefeller Center. It was early, before 7:00 a.m., and I was in charge of getting to the office to prepare to put out a press release. I wonder sometimes, had it been just a regular day, with no press releases to issue, what time would I have been on the bus? How close to the office would I have been before the first plane hit? Where would all the rest of my co-workers be had I not asked them to come in early. Especially Vicky and Schuyler, who took the Path into the World Trade Center where they switched to the uptown F train to Rockefeller Center. Would they have been underneath the buildings when it all happened?
I remember Loreto, our Irish secretary, meeting me in the kitchen where I was making a cup of coffee. I remember walking into my office, putting on my computer, calling Mom to say hi, and trolling the internet for gossip. I don't remember what I ate for breakfast.
The rest of my team arrived and we eased into the morning. It was a typical day at the office: we reviewed the press release, went over media lists, split the pitching. Loreto called to tell me that a plane slammed into one of the Twin Towers. I was shocked. It was such a clear day, how could that have happened. I went into the conference room and turned on the news on the huge TV. I sat there and watched. The rest of the office joined me. People would walk into the office and just come straight into the conference room. We sipped at our coffees and ate through out bagels.
And then we saw the second plane hit. And we all knew it wasn't an accident.