I was sitting in my cube at work when a co-worker ran by me saying that a plane had hit the first tower. We turned on the TV in the conference room and watched in horror as the towers fell. Glenn was supposed to be downtown at the Food Emporium close to the towers that morning. It was late afternoon before I was finally able to get hold of him and find out that he had stopped at the store in Fort Lee, NJ and never made it into the city. We were lucky-so many others were not.