Hard to believe it’s 19 years.
My wife and I were moving to Salt Lake City and driving cross country in two cars when the first plane struck.
Unlike everyone else who had a visual experience, we were without cell phones using walkie talkies to talk to each other. The only thing on the radio band was either Christian rock or NPR, nothing in between… We kept flipping to different NPR stations as we came in and out of range.
We spread a map out somewhere in Kansas. There was a small country gas station with about a line of 20 pickup trucks. Everyone was getting gas…
We were like “Okay, the major cities won’t have hotels, or gas so we got to find a place to stay tonight that isn’t too close to a major airport.” Much earlier, we passed St Louis and I remember seeing 20 or 30 jumbo jets up in a big circle - like elephants holding each other’s tails. Otherwise, the only contrails in the air were from occasional military jets scrambling somewhere.
We finally got into the hotel at 9:00 at night and that’s the first time we “saw” the actual event.
Deepest respect to the people who died and their families who endure to this day