There was almost no sound as they walked, wordlessly. It was on one hand heartening to see the survivors but on the other a grim reminder of the people who perished.Īll the grocery stores and delis were packed with people. They were covered with dust and debris from head to toe. More: Free Press reporter was one of first reporters at Flight 93 crash sceneĪs I was walking down Third Avenue, there were hundreds of people walking uptown from where the towers once stood. More: My memories of 9/11 from a Manhattan newsroom 20 years ago (A fact that was verified in later years by the issues suffered by first responders during the rescue operation.) But later, they said it was fine to be outside so I ventured out to see what was going on in the city. At one point in the TV coverage, there was a warning issued about being outside because of the danger of the air quality from the fires and jet fuel and debris. I felt physically sick as I viewed what looked like a mushroom cloud of a nuclear attack as the buildings plummeted. Despite many problems with cell reception, I eventually was able to reach my family and some friends on the landline to tell them I was OK.Īs the day wore on, I finally felt safe enough to go back outside around 3 p.m. I watched in horror as the World Trade Center buildings came tumbling down. I kept watching the coverage and gradually became convinced there wouldn’t be any more buildings hit. It seemed New York City was under attack. I didn’t know the evacuation process or what the building’s regulations were. Her roommate, a photographer, was in New Jersey on a shoot that morning.
I was alone in the apartment, where I had been staying, while my friend was away on a modeling job in Philadelphia. As I was there, I suddenly saw a plane flying low and coming toward the south tower and then it turned and I saw the ring of fire caused by the crash into the building. I went out onto the apartment’s 19h-floor terrace to see the fire from the outside.
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