I can still see the images on the TV that morning, and the horrible feeling in my very soul knowing my son walked by those buildings every morning on his way to work, it took hours to finally reach him (actually I reached my daughter-in-law who was working on Long Island who told me he was OK, phones in NYC were not working). He was still home in Greenwich Village when he saw the towers hit from the kitchen window. Every year I am reminded of that horrible feeling when 9-11 rolls around.