kay’s kamera posted a photo: Eight years ago today we got a very early morning call from our daughter. I hate early morning calls, they always seem to be bad news. My husband was downstairs reading the paper and picked up our daughters call, and question about her brother, and our son. “Daddy… where does Ryan work?” “He moved to a new building down near Wall Street…Why?” “Turn on the TV.” I came downstairs to witness the second plane crashing into the World Trade Center building…I felt sick. In emergencies I seem to become strangely calm in order to get things done. “Okay, lets call his office.” I tell my husband. He dials the number…It’s busy I watch as a frighteningly huge wave of smoke, bigger than anything I’ve ever seen come rolling up the streets of lower Manhattan. I hear an announcer say that a young man is attempting to go into the buildings to help people. Tears come to my eyes immediately feeling that that would be something our son would do without thinking twice. “Call their house in Connecticut” Thinking our daughter-in-law might know something. the phone rings… Our son answers! My husband hands me the phone, he is so chocked up he can’t speak. “Ryan…You’re home” “I took the day off” A lot more was said but when we finished talking to him we decided to drive back to New York to give him a hug. We threw an ice chest, cameras, tripod, film (no digital at this date) random clothes and some maps into my Jeep and prepared to make a cross country trip… We had talked about doing this…Sometime… sometime was now. View On Black