Was at work on East 63rd street in NYC getting a cup of coffee from the Greek diner across the street. 1st plane hit was like wtf, 2nd one hit and had no clue what would happen next. Within an hour all you saw was fire engines and emergency vehicles heading downtown, and people in suits and dressed for work walking up town. Lost 2 HS classmates that day, one a firefighter the other worked for Cantor Fitzgerald. Getting home that day was an adventure to say the least.