I lived in Brooklyn from the fall of '95 to the summer of 2000 and was in my Bronx apartment on the morning of September 11, 2001. But I still had a lot of friends in Brooklyn like my pal who was in his Carroll Gardens apartment. When the second plane hit he walked to his roof to see what was happening.
A few hours later the roof and the streets were covered in white like a ticker tape parade. Only it wasn't ticker tape but paper from the twin towers that had blown across the East River.
This one that still gives me the chills all these years later.
Love and respect to everyone who lost someone that day.