I never thought New York City could experience anything worse than the terrorist attacks of Sept. 11, 2001. I was wrong. The memory of that day is seared in my mind. I recall taking the Metro North train into Grand Central terminal and hearing that a plane had flown into the World Trade Center. I assumed it was a Cessna that had gotten into an accident, so I proceeded downtown by subway, heading to my office at the Wall Street Journal. More.
I saw 9/11 in New York. This is worse.