I was in my office at Falcon Jet here in LIT preparing for a sales meeting, and a co-worker popped his head in and told me a plane had hit a tower. I went down to the lounge and watched with a bunch of other people and s[eculated whether they wold be able to rebuild and occupy the building after the structural damage from the fire. All of a sudden, another plane hit, and news that a third had hit the Pentagon. There was not much of a sales meeting that day, and the gravity of what had happened was just too big for me to digest. It didn't hit me emotionally, until later as I drove home that night and saw all of the flags and church marquees saying 'God Bless Our Nation' and such messages. I realized only then how much that one day would change the world as we knew it, and I started to cry as I drove for what lay before us all.
It was also eery seeing scores of airliners which had been directed to land at the nearest appropriate airport parked on the runway. Lots of folks opened their homes to strangers who had been stranded enroute to their destinations for a few days after that. We were all New Yorkers that day - even here in the South.
