The sky was incredibly blue that day. I remember Jay, who put on his gloves and ran to help the firefighters. He didn't make it. And Andrew from tax class whose great job was on the wrong floor. And the guy from word processing who tried to help the people falling from the sky. And the secretary who went to the underground mall to return a pair of pants, and ran for her life as the buildings fell. And, as I fled to Brooklyn, the photographers crossing the bridge in the other direction, like vultures rushing towards a killing field.