September 11, 2001
I gently opened my eyes, reached over to the alarm clock, and tapped the snooze button a few minutes before six. It was still pitch-dark outside my east Brooklyn apartment, but daybreak was steadily advancing, about a half hour away.
As a smile formed on my face, I stretched my arms above my head and kicked the covers off. I was feeling invigorated that day. I’d had an especially deep, peaceful night’s sleep.
It was a crisp, clear morning with a cool breeze filtering through the screen of my open bedroom window. The forecast was calling for a gorgeous, late-summer,...