I worked on a overnight shift in a data center downtown at South Ferry. Left the building garage around 8:25 AM. To this day I thank my lucky stars that I went up the east side of Manhattan to get up to the G. Washington Bridge. If I went my normal route up the west side, it would have placed me next to the towers on West St right about the time of the first hit.
I still can picture in my mind the daily night view from my office of the steady convoy of flatbed trailers hauling debris (mostly steel beams) being taken to a pier on the East River where everything was loaded on barges to be disposed of or placed in storage for future examination.
But the most disturbing scenes were when there was a flatbed rumbling by with a crushed NYFD truck on it. Was a very depressing time downtown.
I am glad I can talk about it and GOD BLESS all those who perished.
