My parents had just moved to long island, and I was at their old house while the movers were loading everything into the truck. One of them got a call on their phone, telling us to unpack a tv and plug it in. About two min later, the second plane hit, and we all just sat there in shock untill about an hour after they fell.

After that, i went to my buddy's house, woke him up, told him what happend... he thought i was lying, so on came the tv and he saw everything. We watched that for about an hour, then decided to go surf. As soon as we walked out the door, all you heard were people honking their horns. When we came up to the main st. there were tons of people out holding american flags waving them around.... it was pretty crazy

Waves were great, weather was great, but the whole surf session just had a strange feeling