I was driving in to work and as I pulled in the national news on the radio at the top of the hour (6:00am PST) said that it appeared a small plane hit a tower of the World Trade Center - bummer, I thought. I did my morning rounds unlocking buildings at a to-be-unnamed west coast university and by the time I got into the office and turned on the TV all h*ll was breaking loose. I was glued to the TV and an hour or so later folks started coming in to the office. We talked about it a bit, realized it was a big deal but then, people just went back to doing their job. It was like it was just another news flash and then we all went back to preparing for games that week. Nobody cried, nobody went home, nobody was really bothered by what happened, everyone was focused on their jobs and the day went on. In hindsight, it was an amazing surreal day - it made me realize that the west coast and east coast (and the middle of the US) really could all be their own countries... either that or I worked with a bunch of really focused, self-centered, workaholics... actually, that's probably what it was
