I woke up that morning and turned on CNN as was my daily routine. Not but a few minutes later did they cut to a live feed of 'breaking coverage' in New York. There was a huge tear in one of the WTC towers with a moderate amount of smoke emerging from the gash. Initial reports were that a plane had crashed into it but no reporter could yet verify what kind or size of plane it may have been. I had remembered seeing footage of when a twin prop plane had crashed into The Empire State Building in the fog when it was being built. I thought that this plane crash was going to be at least as historical as that so I threw a tape into the VCR. I was confused that the reporters couldn't figure out that it was certainly a large jet by the width of the scar in the building (they were still tossing up the theory that it was a leer jet) . And I remember thinking "Hmmm, no fog this time though. How does an accident like that happen?" Shortly later a CNN affiliate was reporting from a top floor in a nearby building when I heard him pause and stutter from his reporting like he was distracted. He was watching the second plane approach. And I watched it live. I stood there. No emotion. No surprise. No fear. No anger. Just watching that giant fireball fill the screen. I eventually went to work (about three hours late I think). The phones didn't ring. The door didn't open. Hours passed. After work I went straight to the disc golf course. I joined two other golfers who were just teeing off. We shared introductions and pleasantries albeit somber ones. NOT ONE WORD of the days events was spoken by any of us. In fact conversation in general was kept fairly minimal. At one point a military helicopter flew slowly overhead. It was interesting how deafening its sound was. We paid it little attention. It eventually continued on and we did too. Onto the back nine.