Ten years ago today I woke up to my radio alarm clock, got out of bed, took a shower, flipped on the tv in the bedroom and wandered into the adjoining bathroom to get ready for another day at work.
I was four months into my first “real job” after graduating from college with a BS in Microbiology. I did not hear the normal lighthearted newscast telling me the local news and weather.
Instead on the screen was a large tower on fire and lots of smoke. Husband (who at the time was Boyfriend) and I watched as the second tower was hit. I called my mom and told her to turn on the tv – any channel – it didn’t matter.
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
I sat and cried.
Shoes On The Wrong Feet 
We all went to pomeroy’s that night I think.
I think you are right Geoff. A couple pints with some good friends while the world shifted sideways. You were at Sky Harbor that morning, right?