I was headed out on my morning run with the dog, about 5:40 a.m. Back in that pre-iPod era I usually listened to the radio during my runs, but that particular day I had a new CD and I wanted to listen to it. I heard a man on the radio say, in a somewhat puzzled voice, that he was getting a report that a plane had struck the World Trade Center. I assumed it was a little Cessna-sized plane that was involved, and turned on my CD. 45 minutes or so later I got home and my family was all up and crowded around the TV, asking me if I knew what had happened. The first tower had been hit, and I saw the plane go into the second tower. I sat there with them and watched, appalled, as the whole outrage unfolded.
I had a conference call at 8:30 Pacific time, and I dutifully dialed in. The others in the call were in Nashville, Dallas, Santa Barbara, and Washington, D.C. As the call began, I was somewhat dazed but quickly realized that no one else had heard what had happened. Also, we were wondering why the woman in Washington, who was running the call, was not there yet. I told everyone about the attacks and we quickly cancelled the call. (The D.C. participant was OK, she was to get across the Potomac from Virginia -- virtually impossible that morning.)
The first song on the CD that I heard after I switched to it from the news was "The Lord Is My Shepherd" by the BYU Concert Choir (then under Mack Wilberg). Whenever I hear that rendition now, in my mind I am right back there on that street, switching from that news report to the music on the CD.
I had a conference call at 8:30 Pacific time, and I dutifully dialed in. The others in the call were in Nashville, Dallas, Santa Barbara, and Washington, D.C. As the call began, I was somewhat dazed but quickly realized that no one else had heard what had happened. Also, we were wondering why the woman in Washington, who was running the call, was not there yet. I told everyone about the attacks and we quickly cancelled the call. (The D.C. participant was OK, she was to get across the Potomac from Virginia -- virtually impossible that morning.)
The first song on the CD that I heard after I switched to it from the news was "The Lord Is My Shepherd" by the BYU Concert Choir (then under Mack Wilberg). Whenever I hear that rendition now, in my mind I am right back there on that street, switching from that news report to the music on the CD.

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