9.11.10

Nine years ago today, I was late for work. I came out of the subway on that gorgeous, blue-skied morning, bought a paper and a muffin, and took the elevator to the 44th floor of the New York building on Madison Avenue.

The office was quiet; no one was at their desks. They were all standing in the office of the president of the company--that amazing office with that fabulous view that I'd envied for a year and two months, since the day I'd started my very first job out of college.

They all ju...