I was on the NJ Turnpike heading in for a meeting in NY that morning at the Chrysler Building (near the WTC and almost as tall). The first plane hit and they closed the tunnel. Our group, in two cars, decided to bail out and head into Newark to re-group and figure out a new way to get into town. We were sitting in a shopping center parking lot trying to call the NY office (cell service was busy; we were trying to get through on a pay phone) and watching the first tower burn. As we were there, the second plane hit. At that moment, we decided to give up on the meeting. We high tailed it back to the NJ Turnpike as quickly as we could and turned south towards home. By the time we had cell service (40 minutes later, near Trenton), our co-workers and families were in a complete panic over our fate. Each year, the press coverage brings back the memory of watching the plane fly into the tower. On TV, it's horrible. But, in real life, it was actually worse than you can imagine.