September 11, 2001 started out much like any other day. I arose at 4:00AM, awakened from a deep and restful slumber by an annoying buzzing sound, my alarm clock. In a slight haze, I prepared myself for another long commute to work. I climbed in my car, turned up the stereo and drove off. I stopped at the bright fluorescent lights of the corner Diamond-Shamrock gas station, in need of coffee and gas. I was greeted by the smell of gas, coffee and fresh doughnuts. After pouring me a cup of strong, aromatic coffee and filling up the car with premium gas, off I went. It was a typical morning w…
