I was living in Cedar City, Utah at the time. It’s a rural city in Southern Utah.
I woke up early that day because of the smell of a skunk. The smell was so strong I thought maybe a skunk had actually got into the house.
I opened the door and there was a dead skunk on the doorstep. It had probably been hit by a car then maybe dragged by a dog? I had to step over it to get out of the door.
Needless to say I turned on the T.V. only to witness the shock of the nation as I saw an airplane had somehow hit one of the towers of the World Trade Center.
By this time my neighbor, Kelley, had come over to see about the skunk.
I started a pot of coffee as we sat watching the T.V. both of us confused.
Surely the plane saw the tower – could it have been some kind of pilot error? Maybe an engine malfunction of some kind?
We sat in horror to watch the 2nd plane hit and then we knew it wasn’t an error or malfunction.
We knew the USA was under an attack.