I was in Manhattan on September 9 with friends on vacation. We looked up at the World Trade Centers and decided not to go up to the top as we were tired and ready for lunch at a nearby Ukrainian restaurant. The next day my wife and I drove back to my mom’s near Buffalo and she woke me the next morning after the 8 hour drive and told me something about the towers being hit. I turned on the TV next to the fold out couch we were staying on during our visit and saw the second plane hit the tower. It was hard to comprehend as we watched the first town collapse. Incredible. A few years later, my mom went to the US Open but I’ve never been back. Strange to think we were both in the city at that time as visitors.