Our (then biweekly) editorial conference was Monday, September 10. In those days, conferences were in person, in New York, at our offices which were in a characterless modern building on Lexington Avenue between 33rd and 32nd streets. Tuesday all the copy was due, to be edited and sent to the printer.
Tuesday was also primary day (Republicans had a choice of Michael Bloomberg and Herman Badillo for mayor). Up early for breakfast at a coffee shop a block from our apartment, I heard first that a plane had crashed in Union Square (I went to look; nothing there, but from there you could see a plume of smoke from the North Tower). A B-25 flew into the Empire State Building in 1945; another accident. Then someone came in to say the South Tower had been hit. No accident.
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