I didn't get to talk to him until the next day after he had walked all the way back to his apartment. (He lived across the river in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn) and he said that he didn't think it was possible but he ran faster than he had in his life as the first tower crumbled.
He is a lucky, lucky man... When the first attack happened he had left that parking garage not more than 20 minutes before the bomb went off...
He lost many many long time friends and coworkers but thankfully for us he wasn't one of the victims.
I was so angry and sad for the innocent people who lost their lives but so thankful my dad had survived.
When I saw the pics of the wreckage I was amazed at the amount of absolute carnage. I remembered that as a small child I watched the towers being finished. I distinctly remember my Dad and I walking past the construction site (early 1970's) and I noticed there was a crane on the roof so I asked my father how they would get it down once the tower was finished. After he got the job at the towers he would bring my sister and I with him to his office on Saturday mornings when he had some work to finish. I remember typing a letter to President Jimmy Carter from my Dads office in the tower. My sister and I would lean on and look at the skyline and down from the huge windows at the people on the streets hundreds of feet below. Knowing they were the same windows that made us laugh and marvel at the height that some of the victims used to jumped to their death years later was a sad thought.
That's where I was and what I was doing...
