Sitting at home looking at an OSU football website. My oldest daughter and I had just been to the game in Columbus the previous Saturday.
My wife worked for the Educational Service Center (county board of education) at the time and she called and told me about the first plane. Ran in and turned the TV on about the time the second plane hit. Just felt sick at that point as it was pretty clear what had happened. Then to see them switch to the picture of the Pentagon. I remember thinking, how many more?
We only lived about a mile from the kid's school, so sometime afterwards, I drove up to see what they were going to do. (At the time the kids were in 4th and 6th grade. We knew the principal pretty well, so I was thinking about taking the kids home) The kids in 6th grade knew what had happened, but the rest of the school had not heard. They decided to keep the kids in school for the rest of the day, so I headed back home.
One of the teachers at school was at the point of panic, as her daughter worked in the south tower, and she had not been able to contact her. Turns out her daughter stayed home sick that day, and she was able to get in touch with her later in the day.
I got back to the house just in time to see the first tower fall. Sickening. Stayed up for the next 2 days practically glued to the tv.
I still to this day can't think about what happened without getting angry. And I do not get angry very easily, but now I'm sitting here and I can feel the anger. Just a low, gut feeling of wanting to reach out and "touch" someone - Cowards. (And there needs to be a word just for such "humans" as those.)