As I drove into work this morning listening to NPR, I remember doing the same thing 17 years ago. Reports were just coming out about the first plane hitting the WTC. As the morning progressed, the second plane hit and the word spread. No one was talking about work. Then we were all sent home where I sat in front of the TV with my wife to watch the day unfold. Two co-workers from my work site never made it home; they were on AA Flt 77. I pass by their memorial every day in the hall when I come into work. The repeating images of the planes hitting the towers and the towers on fire and collapsing are burned into my memory; just like those of the failed Challenger launch in 1986 (I was a sophomore in college). I'll never forget this day.