I remember the time frame well. I traveled frequently to New York and generally stayed at the Marriott World Trade Center Hotel. My mother was concerned that I was there. I was not, thankfully.
I was in San Antonio Texas at an oil industry conference. The conference had begun on Monday September 10. The attendees were mostly exploration engineers and geologists - lookers but not purchasers. Tuesday was always the big day because that was when the executives arrived and deals would be stuck. The conference started at 8 AM and I was due on the floor at 9 AM. As I was leaving my hotel, I noted the crowd around a lobby TV set. They were looking at images of a fire in one of the towers of the World Trade Center. I did not want to be late for my meetings so I rushed to the conference site.

Geez!
By the time I was back to my hotel, the skies were clear of all transportation. The trade show was cut short and here I was in San Antonio and no way to get out. The rental cars were sold out and trains and buses were packed. Not knowing how long this would last, I set about calling my family to make sure they knew I was OK and to cancel dinner appointments for Thursday in Ottawa. Turns out it was six or seven days before I could get a seat to go home.
San Antonio is a nice city but there are only so many times that you can eat ice cream on the Riverwalk or visit the Alamo before it all grows a bit tedious.
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