I was at work in Midtown, watching on CNN and listening to the news on the radio. Got calls from my Mom and my aunt who both work near City Hall, trying to see if I had heard from my cousin, who worked in the WTC. Turns out he had gotten out fairly early and had headed uptown but couldn't get cell service and the lines at pay phones were too long to wait on. He finally called two hours or so later after he had gotten back to his apartment. I went home after that. Mass transit had pretty much stopped at that point and I ended up walking home to the Upper West Side. Other than during the big northeast blackout, I don't think I've ever seen that many New Yorkers on the streets all at once. Terrible, terrible day, yet seeing all the people helping each other kind of restores your faith in humanity just a little bit.