I was in lower Manhattan on 9/11. I didn’t do anything brave. I was out of the danger zone, in a high-rise office building just over a mile north of the World Trade Center. My co-workers and I had a clear, panoramic view. We watched the towers burn and collapse into mammoth plumes of dust.
For New Yorkers, the planes that destroyed the towers also ripped the fabric of ordinary life and showed us how vulnerable we were.