On the morning of 9/11, after the first plane had hit the first tower, my dad, a news junkie, called me to tell me a plane hit the WTC, but I was busy with work and I told him I couldn’t talk but I hoped it wasn’t too bad. I assumed it was some sort of accident like this (which I already knew about).

Then he called a little while later to tell me that a second plane had hit the other tower…