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I remember every feeling, every moment from that day as it were yesterday. I woke up a few hours BEFORE the attack feeling just 'weird'. I couldnt sleep so I decided to go to the 24 grocery. It was 5 something am here while I was browsing the aisles and I hear 2 stock guys talking about "commuter plane " going into the WTC. Being a transplanted native New Yorker I left my cart where it was, started for home and got on my phone immediately. One of my best friends was headed into the city that day to our office (she lives in Jersey, BB office had JUST moved from Broadway to the upper east side) but I couldnt get through on her cell. COUNTLESS amounts of my friends, collegues, and family live and work in Manhattan. I remember waking my parents and they didnt believe me til they turned on the TV.
I couldnt find anyone. Phones were useless but I finally got in touch with my office and found that everyone there was safe. The only way we could correspond for the first few hours was email. I remember BEGGING my boss to find someone to go check on my grandparents who lived at the time RIGHT south of Houston Street in what was the war zone. No one had heard from them or seen them. They spoke very little english and we didnt know WHAT to do. We were stuck. I remember contemplating that if I couldnt get a hold of them by sundown I was gonna start driving to the city ( from AZ ) since there were no flights.
We ended up finding almost everyone within a few hours but those few hours were absolutely agonizing. Like I said we found ALMOST EVERYONE... EXCEPT for one girlfriend ours who worked at Cantor. They didnt find Cathy until several months later...may she rest in peace.
It still stings like it just happened. I dont think we'll ever forget.
oh yeah
BUCK FUSH
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