Wednesday September 12,
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are still reeling from the events of yesterday, but all in the Cypress
family are safe. I tried to get to work, not understanding the full
extent of the disaster that was unfolding. Almost immediately after the
first plane struck the North Tower, subway service was interrupted, so I
walked home. Just before I arrived, the second plane slammed into the
spent the day mostly watching the events unfold on television, just like
the rest of the world, except for the reminders that it was here in my
city, my home: the ambulances in the streets and the fighter jets
overhead. There was (and still is) most of all a stunned silence. People
in the streets walked quietly; there was no traffic to speak of. A
friend who watched at our house because he couldn't get home tried all
morning to get word about a good friend of his who worked in the North
tower, to no avail. I feel lucky that I didn't have a close friend or
relative who worked in the towers, but I have already spoken to
a couple of friends who did and haven't yet heard that they're
safe. They are all in our prayers.
Goodman's eyewitness account of yesterday's events (Joel is our
By now - you have
all seen what happened. Here is my account.
I got to work early this morning - 8:30am. My studio is 10 blocks north
of the Trade Center. The window of my room had a clear view of the North
tower. As I remember it, around 8:45 I was eating my cereal and heard a
boom. The windows shook. Now, a "boom" is not often a reason
to lift ones head in NYC. So being the New Yorker that I am, didn't miss
a bite and kept right on chewing. About 15 minutes later, I heard
another one and then the phone rang. It was David's wife. Apparently
neither of us decided to even look up from our desks. David called with
urgency and I ran to his office. We could not believe what we saw.
On the top 12 stories of the North Tower flames were shooting out the
windows. Black smoke was billowing out of the top as if the Trade Center
itself was a super-sized industrial smokestack. We tried to get our TV
monitors to get reception, but to no avail. 15 minutes or so later we
decided to go up to the roof. The roof offers an unobstructed view of
I was not prepared for what I next saw. The south tower was hit at what
looked like the 60-70th floor. The north tower, as mentioned before,
near the top. Flames coming out of both buildings and smoke, smoke,
smoke. It was an absolutely beautiful morning today. Perfect weather -
in fact, it doesn't get much nicer around here. The contrast was
remarkable. I was first struck with memories of the film Independence
Day. How could this be?? I thought, this is what war must look like.
We met some of our neighbors on the roof and heard others' accounts of
hearing the plane and the boom. One woman kept saying over and over
again - this is Pearl Harbor! all of us - in utter disbelief. Cell phone
reception was not good and I moved to another part of the roof to get
better reception. As I looked back at my neighbors they began to scream
and contort their bodies as if they were being hit. We ran over and saw
the end of the south tower collapse. My knees felt like rubber and I
couldn't stand anymore.
After a short time more on the roof I went down to the studio to return
some calls from concerned friends. While on the phone with one friend I
was watching the smoke and fire. The North Tower has a very large
torpedo shaped antennae on the roof. This is the building I was looking
at. Then, right before my eyes, in what appeared to be slow motion, the
building just started to go down (collapse). As if you took a knife and
put it directly into a cake. It's something I will never forget.
One of the most awful memories is hearing the screaming that happened as
each building collapsed. It was all you heard. Obviously not those in
the building, but the thousands of people watching.
* * *
afternoon my wife and kids and I all rode down the West side on our
bicycles to a pier on 72nd Street and the Hudson River. There we caught
our first glimpse of the place where the twin towers used to be. A huge
plume of smoke still filled the sky above the wreckage. We stood in
silence with thirty or forty other people, who also came to witness and
begin the process of accepting that what used to be there is no more.
is at the Chelsea Piers on 23rd Street helping people seeking
information about their missing loved ones.
strongest reaction is that yesterday was the saddest day we will ever
experience in our lives. What happened to cause people to be so angry
that they thought this horrible act was righteous and worthy of
celebration? That it was done can only enrage us, but what can we do?
The world changed yesterday and thinking of what the future holds for us
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