The day that wouldn’t end
At 8 a.m. this morning, I paused for a moment in reflection. Then, I felt the urge to write.
So, I posted the following on my personal Facebook page:
At this moment, 12 years ago, I received a phone call from our general manager, telling me there had been “an accident” in New York City, prompting me to turn on the newsroom TV. I turned it on just in time to see Flight 175 strike the south tower. I had already pulled an “all-nighter” in the newsroom, but the next time I would sleep would be approximately 4 p.m. the next afternoon. It was a day that changed my life — all our lives — forever.
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