I'm sure that most of us remember where we were on that day. I first heard the news walking back to the car in a parking lot in Kingston, Ontario where I had just taken my father to the barber. A woman told us that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. It was confusing at that point, but the full impact, of the four co-ordinated terrorist strikes, World Trade Center, The Pentagon, and Shanksville, PA started to sink in once back at the house and watching the TV coverage.
A couple of days later I was scheduled to fly back home to Denver from Toronto. It took 4 days and a series of shorter flights to get there. The Red Cross was present and very helpful at the Chicago airport, stepping up to help travelers who were tired and confused. In the Moline, IL airport American flags were totally sold out.