It’s been 10 years. Someone on LJ asked “Where were you?”

I was stuck on a train on my way to work. I was dozing away in a windowless spot in the subway car like I usually do on my 2 hour commute. I was pretty annoyed that the train stalled on the track for the longest time; still in Brooklyn at 8:55 am and ticked off about being made late to work because of it. There was no way I’ll make it to my office in Queens in 5 minutes.

As the train made its way across the Manhattan Bridge, I was roused from sleep by gasping passengers pointing out the window at something. I couldn’t see anything because of my position and angle in the car. So I went back to sleep, completely unaware of what went on outside.

I finally reached Queens to find huge crowds of people standing at the bus stop gossiping about some bomb threat at World Trade Center.

It was not until I arrived at my office at 9:45 am when I learned of the whole story of the attacks. I dug out my radio in time for the news of the South Tower collaspe.