
It's crazy that seven years have gone by since that horrible morning none of us will ever forget. Lucy will only see images of the people running covered in dust and never get to gaze at the twin towers on her first trip to NYC. I was working at Ketchum's DC offices, blocks from the White House. We all thought the first plane going in was a fluke, but when the second hit, there was no denying something awful was happening. I was back at my desk, when an IM popped in from Judi saying a plane hit the Pentagon, and my roommate Meghan and I ran out of our office and scurried back to the "safety" of our Glover Park apartment. People wandered around the neighborhood aimlessly, walking their dogs, talking to people we passed on the street the day before without a word, staring at the TV. No one quite knew what to do. The next morning, I was terrified to get on the bus. Who knew if there was a suicide bomber sitting next to me? It was eerily silent as people hid behind their Posts and listened to their Ipods, maybe hoping it was all a bad dream. I got off in downtown DC to the sight of a tank and military guys with machine guns. Was this America or some foreign country? All anyone could do for the next few days/weeks was check in with friends from near and far to ensure them you were ok, and to find out if they were. Jud was one of the people I called after 9-11 and it was the most important call I made! We celebrated our 3rd anniversary yesterday and it was low-key....we are looking to a fun weekend Lucy-free in NY and then off to Newport, RI next week. Comment on where you were on 9-11 and what you remember. I'm going to print this page for the one day when Lucy's ready to learn about history from those who lived through it. God bless America!!