I talked to my sister yesterday. Her friend Troy lives in New York, about 3 miles from the World Trade Center. She talked to him on Tuesday night. His mom called at about 9 o'clock that morning to ask if he knew what was happening; he had no idea. So he decided to get up, get dressed, and go see what he could see. He watched Tower 2 fall from a couple of blocks away. Afterwards he and his buddies were bored, school had been cancelled, so they went to the pub and had a few beers. Then he went home, took a nap, and woke up with a hang over. Kind of an unbelievable story for "Where were you on Sept. 11th?"