I was driving to a job interview that morning. Had the car radio off as I was still prepping in my head. I was living in Boston, the interview was in Providence, and in morning rush hour, it was a good two hours of radio silence.
It was the strangest interview I ever had. Everyone kept coming and going, talking softly, clearly in angst, not focused on my interview.
Afterward, I stopped for gas before heading home. The station attendants and customers alike were glued to a television, where I first learned of the horror unfolding.
I was in one of the towers just weeks before. I didn’t get the job, but I found out later that a number of people in the company with whom I was interviewing had been there, or in one of the planes, that morning.
One never forgets where they were or what they were doing on September 11, 2001.