CIndy Adams Remembers 9/11

It's 9-11.

So I automatically beg everyone's pardon.

My tears are wetting my reporting.

I love the United States.

I love America.

I love New York, or what it used to be.

I'm thinking 9-11.

I remember that day exactly.

I can never, ever forget it.

I was awake.

It was early in the morning.

I was in bed.

reading newspapers which get delivered to me early every morning.

The phone rang, a friend screaming, asking, did I have TV on? Well, no, I didn't.

Then I never shut it off.

The subsequent sounds did not stop.

They didn't stop for the world, but they specifically didn't stop for me.

On my particular avenue in Manhattan, traffic was removed.

Nothing was on it.

No trucks, no cars, no bicycles, no people, nothing.

It was a standstill.

There were no trucks on it, no buses, no people, no vehicles, nothing, not a person moving.

It was a wide avenue.

The apartment has a terrace.

I walked out on the terrace to look to see what was happening.