On September 11th, 2001, on what was a perfect morning-right up until the very moment a Boeing 767-223-ER slammed into the North Tower of the World Trade Centre, I stood on the corner of Delancey and Ridge Streets in downtown Manhattan. I was working on an election campaign - it was primary day in New York - and little did I realise that politics, culture and our entire trajectory as a nation was about to change forever. I had been alerted to the first crash by a friend calling my cell phone, but it was as I was staring at the gaping hole in this New York City landmark, in horror, shock set in as I saw a second plane approaching. On September 11th, 2001, on what was a perfect morning-right up until the very moment a Boeing 767-223-ER slammed into the North Tower of the World Trade Centre, I stood on the corner of Delancey and Ridge Streets in downtown Manhattan. On September 11th, 2001, on what was a perfect morning-right up until the very moment a Boeing 767-223-ER slammed into the North Tower of the World Trade Centre, I stood on the corner of Delancey and Ridge Streets in downtown Manhattan.about!!!