i was at work. on the radio, i heard a plane had flew into one of the towers. i was delivering computers and A/V equipment to our convention center. when i pulled up to the dock, one of the Salt Palace guys recognized me, and said "Hey, do you have any TV's today?" i said i had a tv-vcr combo, for the Boeing people. [the convention space was divided, half was taken by the Aerospace hosted by Thiokol. the other half was taken by a life insurance convention.]
the salt palace guy got a power strip and a cable, we hooked up the tv. the second plane had hit on my way into the dock. a crowd gathered around the tv, i went to find the people i had equipment for. from the life insurance convention, i could not find a guy i had a laptop for (they were pretty rare in 2001, i was supposed to get a signature for it asap.) i went back to the dock, and i heard a yell.
it was the guy that ordered the laptop, watching the tv. when someone asked him what was the matter, he said his office was on the 42nd floor of the north tower. he said he needed to get out and i never saw him again. the Boeing guy said he understood why i hooked up his tv, and signed for it anyways - he told me leave it as long as the salt palace would have it out there.
i went to Manhattan in April of 2008, and visited a hole in the ground. people were trying to get close to the chain link fence, and when i got close i could see a group in fatigues. we waited while they paid their respects, and i took a picture as they walked away.