Like so many people, I was driving to work this morning, piecing together memories of this day eight years ago. It was day two of my journalism internship at the local newspaper and, as I waltzed through the door at 9 a.m., I was startled by a blockade of writers and photographers hovered around the newsroom’s sole television set, mouths agape, some with tears in their eyes.

When we realized what was happening, we all wanted to go home, call friends and family, and embrace loved ones. We wanted answers; we wanted to stand in front of that TV until we understood. For a moment, we weren’t hard-nosed reporters looking for a scoop. We were just people. (more…)