Similar to where one might have been when the attack on Pearl Harbor occurred, or when JFK was shot, or when the Challenger blew up after takeoff, I vividly recall the events of 9/11. I was in Chicago for a trade association convention. A coworker and I had finished cobbling together our booth and setting out the various wares and tares. Shortly after 9am, word was spreading that a plane had hit one of the Trade Center Towers in New York City. A few minutes later people were saying that a 2nd plane had hit the other Trade Center Tower. My coworker went back to the hotel to get coffee and treats for our booth. The doors to the convention center opened at 10am. I expected hoards of people. Yet, there was hardly no one milling about. And the few folks walking by were not interested in our product line but were instead asking, “Have you seen the news on TV?” Then came word that two other planes were involved in “the attack”. This was the first time that I’d heard that term. It was obvious that our nation was under attack as a third plane had struck the Pentagon and a fourth plane had crashed in PA.
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