escape from new york: took the last path train from
33rd st. was to go to hoboken and journal square.
ended up going to journal square. our conductor passed
out. co-worker and i were left in journal square, a
long way from hoboken. we walked for an hour. we took
a cab until our money ran out. we took directions from
people who didn't know better. we neared our
destination and were told that train weren't even
LEAVING from hoboken. a guy, a saint (john, God bless
you), offered to take us home, said we needed to be
with our families. john's brother and cousin were in
the wtc and he hadn't heard from them. he just needed
to get out, to talk to people. he dropped us off at my
co-worker's, wished him the best. co-worker drove me
home. trip took 3.5 hours. but we're alive. and so is
mike, i'm glad to see.

started this morning when a co-worker said she'd seen
a plane hit the wtc. i thought it was just a little
cessna, an accident. and then it all happened, so
quickly too. we stepped out of our building, about 6
miles from the wtc, and all we saw was smoke, like an
angry storm cloud descended upon new york. i'm just
NOW seeing the destruction and i can't believe it. i
just can't believe it. people crawling out of windows
and jumping. heartrending. to all who know anyone in
any of the areas under attack, all of my thoughts and
prayers are with you.