I was working in NYC at a news channel, only 4 miles away from the towers. I was stuck in Manhattan for 3 days solid, couldn't even go home until Thursday 9/13. I remember a lot about that day, those days... It was hot out, Indian summer just like today. I saw everything on tv on an endless loop - it was my job. Only thing was, when I had had enough and couldn't stand to see any more, I didn't have the luxury of turning off the tv and walking away. It went on for months. The wreckage burned until mid November. So every day for two months I saw the smoke. And the smell of it...I will never forget it for as long as I live. I was 24 and at my first real job out of college, and I remember feeling like I grew up a lot very quickly. I had never actually felt real fear in my life until that day.