On this somber anniversary, I am reblogging this post from last year.
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I still remember the morning of September 11, 2001 (15 years ago today) like it was yesterday. It was an ordinary Tuesday morning. At the time, I lived in a townhouse in Clifton Park, about 15 miles north of Albany. I got up, showered, got dressed, kissed my then-girlfriend (now wife) good day, stopped at the local convenience store to pick up the day’s New York Times, and drove to work.
My company had an office in the World Trade Center. Although I was based out of the Albany, NY office, I regularly made business trips to the World Trade Center roughly about once every couple of months; in fact, I had been in the World Trade Center only a couple of weeks earlier. I had been down there often enough to become well-acquainted with the area; I knew the hotels (including a Marriott right…
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