When we came out onto the streets of Washington, it was chaos. Offices, schools, federal buildings were all closing down; people were flooding into the streets; cars and taxis were in grid lock. I had only come to D.C. for the day so I had nowhere to stay. Fortunately, I was with a National Park Service person who offered to give me a ride to her home to Pennsylvania. I accepted, but first we had to get her car. It took us an hour to reach the garage where she parked. When we got there, the garage was closed. Luckily, one of the garage staff was an entrepreneur. Standing in the rear ally of the garage, for $20 and the keys, he fetched patron's cars.
Once we had her car, it was still impossible to move around D.C. so we had lunch and then finally the traffic cleared. As we left D.C., we passed police at the entry points - all roads into the city were blocked. The drive to her home was strange. It was still a beautiful fall day, sunny and clear, and we stopped at a farm stand to buy vegetables - but there was this terrible, heavy feeling to everything. The magnitude of what had happened was very difficult to take in. The next day, I caught a train from Harrisburg, Pa. to Boston. When it went through New York, I could see the lower end of Manhattan covered in a pall of smoke.
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On our way to New Hampshire on I-95 this car went by us going at least 80 to 90 with a Massachusetts trooper right behind him, lights and sirens going. A little way up the road, both cars stopped. The driver of the first car ran right up to the trooper's car. Next thing, we saw both cars going 80 to 90 right by us, with the trooper in the lead. When we got to our cottage and turned on the TV, we saw what was happening in New York. We think the first car's driver was a pilot going to Pease Air Force Base.
Ray and Marion Brown