1) I was to fly out to San Diego later that night for work. It would’ve been my first time in California (I have yet to go). I went in to the office to gather some things to take with me. On the way in, I heard NPR sayings something about a plane crashing into the Pentagon. I thought very little of it until I arrived in my office to my mother calling and asking was I okay – and then saying she needed to get off the phone when the second plane hit the other WTC tower (not the actual sequence of events, but the way she and I experienced it). Naively (I realize now), I still packed my stuff thinking I would make it to San Diego before midnight. 2) I leave work after alarms go off at the Monarch Tower in Buckhead – a supposed bomb threat. The parking lot is jammed with people wanting to get out. All emergency protocol is thrown aside as we are fearing that our building may be attacked to. Ironic that the naivete that made me think I may be able to fly out to California later that day did not come into play when reckoning with the likelihood of my own office being attacked. 3) Fat and tired, as I was much of the time in those years, I made it home in the late morning. I called Kathy and she said she would be home a little later. I started drinking whiskey and coke. 4) Kathy would arrive and Tommy T., our contractor friend – staying in an...
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