I was at work just returning from the garage after taking some pictures of the transmission mounts on the current project I was involved in at Ford. When some people were muttering about a plane hitting one of the towers. I originally thought it was probably a small commuter plane as had happened in the past. Made my way to the break room where the TV was on and a large crowd had gathered. Just in time to see the second plane hit. Everyone watched in silent horror all morning as the first tower fell, and then the second. We were all dismissed to go for the day. My most distinct memory after getting home was how stunningly silent it was outside. No traffic noise, no airplanes, ****** even the birds were quiet. It was eerie. It was a beautiful day aside from the ugliness of the world at large. Those images forever seared into my mind. I WILL NEVER FORGET.
