I was there again by mere chance the day John Lennon was gunned down. Late in that day, I parked on the street beside the towers, they somehow made me feel better.

As Fate would have it, I was in NYC again on that fateful day. A retired firefighter, turned photographer, I was shooting a panorama of the fantastic NYC skyline on that incredible September morning. I witnessed first hand what took place, helpless to stop it, almost unable to believe what I was watching. But it was true. The Giants had fallen. I had to go down there, and do whatever I could.