A day that will forever stay with me.
And with all of us.
This was on the West Coast. It was still dark.
It would also get much worse.
It was the quietest that I had ever seen.
Everyone immediately picked up their phones and called their counterparts in New York.
But others on my trading desk - and their friends and counterparts in New York - were less so.
Funerals were not only a daily occurrence in New York, they happened throughout the day.
I’ve never been unnerved by flying. I was that day.
I’ve never seen tractors look so small.
I was graced in that I was not directly touched. But I knew so many who were.
Never forget.