I don’t think any of us can forget where we were that day. I had been in NYC for about a week, was staying at a dorm with my son at NYU on Washington Square Park and we didn’t know how close or how far away we were from the towers. We were at West 4th Street near Broadway.
Some of my photos from that day and the few days after are on this site. There are no images below Canal Street, we weren’t allowed past the barrier there, and they were literally taking cameras away from people that did cross through. I had no desire to get closer than I was. We were in lock down for 3-4 days ourselves. I could walk to 14th street, but if I crossed I wouldn’t be able to go back. I had no ID saying that I needed to be in that area.
My life changed that day, even though I didn’t lose anyone on that day. I had to move to NYC the first time because of that day.
And that’s all I can say about it for now. Time to get away from the computer and go for a walk. I can see where the towers were from the end of my street where I live now. The people around me lost friends and relatives.