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It was early morning here in Australia - about 5 am, and I was walking my dog.
A gas station over the road was full of cars with no drivers, and at 5 am that was unusual.
I crossed over, looked in through the window, and everybody was watching the TV on the wall.
They kept showing a big plane hitting a high-rise building which I recognised to be the WTC in New York, so I thought it was a disaster movie,and walked on.
But after I'd walked five minutes I finally worked out that cars are not going to pull into an Australian gas station just so folk could watch a disaster movie, and so a big plane must indeed have hit the WTC.
I walked back to the fuel place, and cars were still pulling off the highway to go in and watch their TV.
I joined them, and learned the full horror, including by now, the first tower falling.
The joint was crowded, so I had to pick Snow up. I stood there, holding my little dog, shoulder-to-shoulder in a crowded gas station, almost in a daze as the rest of the drama unfolded.