I was in Manhattan that day. I saw much of it first-hand, in real time, not on television. It was horrible. There are things I saw that still haunt me, that I still don’t want to talk about.
Perhaps that’s why I find all the public hoo-ha about the tenth anniversary of it to be disturbing.
A lot of people died tragically that day. A lot of people, including myself, were scarred by what they saw. It is appropriate for those directly affected by the tragedy to recognize this day in some private and personal way. That is what I will do. It makes sense for the government to heighten security. For the rest of America, it’s my opinion that they should not worry about it so much.
That day changed the way a lot of people thought and felt about a lot of things. Much of what changed was wrong. Much of it validated what the terrorists wanted in the first place, which was to make us all terrified.
I’ll tell you what I felt on that day and have felt ever since. It was horrible. It was tragic. It was disgusting. It was depressing. It was angering. But I would be damned if I was going to be terrified.
M. David Hornbuckle 
I was terrified enough for us both.
Amen that!!!!
Unbelievably, that morning you emailed me: ‘things are pretty crazy here right now’ — you and I never talked much about it since then, and then I flew over the smoking ruins just a month later: it haunts us all. Hope you’re well, and I look forward to seeing you next month.