My World Trade Center: Then and Now

I was abruptly jolted from a drunken sleep by the sound of a woman screaming.  Quickly awareness befriended me when I jumped up off of the floor, and propelled me into survival mode; my hangover barely having had a chance to set in.   Running down the stairs, I yelled back "MOM?!?!" and I entered the bedroom.  "Mom, what's wrong?"  As I finished my question, she was already pointing at a small TV that was tucked into the corner of the room.  The image shocked me. 

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