I've thought alot about this recently with all the ISIS problems going on and my little brother just enlisted last month – so I just pray harder.
This will never be gone from my memory. I can still remember like it was yesterday; where I was and the fear that day. May those that lost loved ones be lifted up – even in their sorrow
"Some cars look like they're going fast when they're standing still. The Camaro looks like it's going to beat you unconscious, put you in a silly hat, invite a couple of other Camaros over to take photos of you, then e-mail them to all your friends and co-workers. Call me crazy, but I like that in a car."
It was a surreal day. It's my home, I called my dad in a panic. He said the dust was settling all over Brooklyn. My brother was a cop at the time in the city. My father in law was on one of the construction crews that helped build the towers and knew they were going to come down. As an NYPD'er retired or not my hubs just wanted to go home and help.