9/11 Terror Attacks Unite Attendees at PRINT 01

We walked back to our hotel. The skies and streets were eerily still. Police stood on many of the street corners. I spoke to one to make sure the freeways were open so that we could go home. We packed our bags. I rode down in the elevator with a gentleman who looked lost and alone. He had flown in and wasn’t able to get home right away. In the lobby, people pooled resources to help those they could get to their families.