Got off the plane at 6:30 or so this morning, coming in from Vancouver.

7 years ago, I was flying in from Uruguay, via Chicago. Got off the plane shortly after 9 to the news that a small plane had crashed into the World Trade Center in New York. Quickly I learned that the plane was much bigger, that it wasn't really a crash and that it had happened again. With a bunch of my colleagues in the air, going home from the same meeting, many flying into New York, I was immediately sick to my stomach.

The airport was pretty quiet this morning, but that could just be a coincidence.