The Journey Home-From Chicago to Florida on 9/11

There were six of us: Pete, his wife, my wife, my son Dave, Scott, and myself plus our luggage. It was a pretty crowded van. When we stopped for dinner, it was the first time we saw on TV the airplanes hitting the towers and the Pentagon. We took turns driving and, when my turn came, I drove through Atlanta around midnight without a car on the road. We stopped in Gainesville for breakfast and arrived at the Ft. Lauderdale airport early in the day--only to find out they wouldn't let us get our cars out of the garage because they had closed the airport. It was several days before we could retrieve them.