6-years later

Here is an email from a friend with his memory of the day after...

Morning all,

I remember pulling into Houston about 4:00am with no idea what our future held. We had been to our destination once during the day but we weren't familiar with Houston or the construction work at the I-10W/610 interchange. It's hard to imagine now but we arrived to heavy fog and light showers, enough to disorient a weary traveler. I don't know how many times we past our exit only to circle back on the one-way impeded traffic. Frustrated we finally made it to the Voss exit. If you've never been to Memorial, it’s shrouded in thick lush trees, not well lit nor well marked with street signs. We were happy we arrived but we weren't home yet. The metaphor that comes to mind is having the strong urge to go pea and fumbling with your keys at the door. Sooo close but soooo far away:-) We eventually made it to our destination (and the bathroom, maybe that wasn't a metaphor!) but had no idea what was in store. When we arose at this time 6 years ago, our eyes - with the nations, were glued to the TV. Unbelievable tragedy on our soil. How could this be, where was the calvary, and how long would it take for them to arrive? Six years later I still have those same questions and one more. Would the response be different if this were in Manhattan?