I was living in New York City at the time. All my kids were off to school, and I was at home. Had gone back to bed, since I worked late nights at the time. My oldest daughter woke me up from yelling. I was royally pissed at first, cause I had maybe 3 hours of sleep. That's what I got most nights at the time. Got home from work around 3:00 AM, got up around 6:30ish to get my kids off to school (my oldest daughter was out of school already). But when I heard the news, and saw the smoke (you could see the smoke from our apartment building.) I remember calming down. I'm not much of a crier, but on that day I cried. My kids had to be evacuated from school. A lot of the events from that day kind of blend together. I knew people who died that day. The whole thing was very unsettling.
No conspiracy theories. Osama Bin Laden convinced a bunch of inbred morons to hijack some planes, and fly them into buildings. Simple as that.
No conspiracy theories. Osama Bin Laden convinced a bunch of inbred morons to hijack some planes, and fly them into buildings. Simple as that.
"Tradition" is just a word people use to make themselves feel better about being an asshole.
