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I was walking to work at the Plymouth Review when it happened. There's a coffee shop, the National Exchange Coffeehouse, I always stopped in for breakfast on the way to work. The owner was listening to wpr in the back and he came out and told all of us regulars that a plane had hit -- like a lot of people who heard about it by radio at first we thought it was a Cessna and a bad pilot. I think I may have made a gallow's-humor half-joke about "How drunk do you have to be not to see THAT in time to avoid it?" or maybe someone else said it, I don't remember (I think we were all thinking it). I guess I know the answer now though. You have to be drunk from power-tripping on a fundamentalistic fanatical off-shoot of a religion. :roll:
I don't think any of us don't know someone who lost friends and family, or nearly did (my cousin was running late for a meeting at the top of the first tower. If she'd been on time, well...). Where were you and how have you been touched by the event?
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