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>> I used to work in the Time-Life building. Got to work, I thin, a little after nine that
day. Up in the elevator, someone mentioned a plane crashing into the tower. We assumed
it was a little private plane, of course, and I got upstairs. And we all had TVs in
our offices back then and there we soon realized the magnitude of it. And within a few hours
everyone was clearing out of there and going their own way. And I rousted my best friend
on the upper west side. I walked up town and--if he's still home because he's a bartender.
And he spent the day at his place just watching it on TV.