As a new yorker, I remember it each and every day. I was lucky enough to be away from Manhattan that day, although I could have easily been there, as the Firm I worked for at the time had offices downtown and on Long Island. Since my wife was pregnant at the time, I was working on Long Island. Watched the whole thing from start to finish as it happened in shock. I was just there the Friday before at a meeting with Cantor Fitzgerald, I was in software development at the time, and we were doing a joint venture with them. They were so proud of their stature so high up in the buildings. I had been to countless meetings and events at windows on the world. I was very lucky to have no close friends or relatives die that day, but there were some business associates and acquaintances, the weeks following, the wakes, the funerals. It is all still vivid. Even worse are the 3 friends that I have that were first responders and have passed on in the last few years from all kinds of ugly cancers, from breathing in that dust.
I wanted to go and help that day, but my wife, being pregnant, was so scared that something would happen to me. I went about a week later and could not believe it.
still cant.