17 years ago. My wife was almost 3 months pregnant, we hadn’t told anyone yet. In my office when she called to tell me about the attack. Riding in a police car across NYC with a machine gun mounted vehicle at each intersection. To the medical staging area at Chelsea Piers. The line of ambulances that never brought anyone – the first wave of victims went directly to the hospitals. The next wave of survivors walked out. Walking home from Chelsea Piers because it was the only way to get there. Remembering the people, the sights, the sounds and the smells. Mostly remembering my City coming together, figuring out how to get through a terrible day and find tomorrow.