I'm not sure where to start...On Tuesday I took the bus into the city and arrived at The Port Authority around 8:20. I was going out to LA on Thursday for the Emmy Awards and needed to get a haircut. I went down to the subway to go to an old school barbershop. I was in the chair by 8:30. Towards the end of the haircut the DJ on the radio said a twin engine plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. I said to the barber, "Wow, did you hear that?" I don't think English was his first language because I didn't get much of a response. I was walking towards the subway and there was a huge crowd waiting for the train so I decided to walk. I stopped in the hardware store to have some keys made. They were talking about the news but at that time I still believe only one plane had hit. Terrorism was the last thing running through my mind. I walked up 8th Avenue and saw a fire truck leave the station. Sirens at full blast as they drove the wrong way down 8th Avenue to cut across a cross street to make their way downtown.

By the time I got to Rupert's Hello Deli, the second plane had hit. May, Rupert's business partner, her daughter works in that building. She was frantically making calls to family members trying to get information. I just learned this weekend that she made it out and is OK. I saw on CNN a few nights ago that the firehouse where I saw the fire truck race to the scene, they have 30 firefighters missing. I'm going to walk by and offer my condolences, hopefully today. By the time I got to work and turned on CNN and saw the crashes and explosions, I couldn't believe it. Just 100% total shock. And I think I'm still in shock. I stayed in the office that day until 4:30 because everything was shut down, tunnels and trains.

I made it down to the train and back to Hoboken. The National Guard and other emergency people had set up a triage area. It was something out of a movie. I walked up Washington Street and all I could see were busses. I think they may have been diverted because all the highways were shut down. I spent the next three days in front of the TV. Only leaving to get food and to look at the New York skyline from our perspective. It was surreal. Two mammoth buildings gone, replaced by a smoldering pile of rubble. The people, all the people. On the planes, helpless, in the buildings - and their families and friends. God bless all those people.

I watched a lot of TV and the thing that I don't understand is people, holding up signs that read, peace. To a certain extent, we had peace on Monday. Now, it's time for payback. They tried to take everything away from us on Tuesday. The notion of peace and not fighting back, not just for us but for the world -- is beyond comprehension. F**K PEACE! My neighbor, Jim, he's an EMS worker in Hoboken. He told me that by the time he got to the emergency triage area in Hoboken the second explosion had hit. Then, as the structure, imploded, everyone around him screamed in horror. Then, silence. Then the horrible sound of the building crashing to the ground carried across the river. He said it was a sound that he'll never forget. My heart goes out to all the victims and their families and friends. You're in my prayers. As are all the rescue workers as well. I had thoughts of going down there to help move some rubble but realized that there are much more qualified people down there doing the job. I've just been talking and listening to people so we can all accept this as truth so we can move on, for lack of a better term. If you've been with me since day one you'll remember my hate towards cell phones. I used to call them a nuisance and a pain. Well, I have one now. I'm not sure what to write from now on because my bus ride in or my weekend seems so trivial and meaningless now. We'll take it day by day and see how it goes.

God Bless America!!!!