I was in New York that day, watching the Towers from my Brooklyn apartment. I could go on, but I'd rather say something about what happened a few days later.
9/11/2001 was a Tuesday, and by the week's end I was in Montreal, having traveled there by train. The hotel was close by McGill University, and my room overlooked its football stadium. An Alouettes' game was about to kickoff, and I was startled when the announcer asked the crowd to join in singing "God Bless America." It was a big crowd, and not only did they sing, they stood to do so. Every verse.