On Tuesday the 11th at about 9AM, I was standing at the corner of Broadway and Waverly Pl. in Manhattan, staring at a gaping hole in one of the twin towers. It wasn’t long before I saw the other tower explode. In retrospect, nothing I did during the hours that followed made any sense: after the second impact, I actually moved closer to the buildings. Even after seeing the first tower collapse, I continued to watch. Dawning comprehension didn’t hit until much, much later.
Comprehension came with a high emotional price tag.