It was a beautiful Tuesday. The sun was shining. The air was crisp. The coffee even tasted especially good.

I remember. Most of us remember where we were on Sept. 11, 2001 at 8:46 a.m.. I know I do. I also remember how everything went from bright, crisp, fragrant and optimistic to dark, dank, acrid and fearful in one second.

For me, a reporter living in Fair Haven and covering Middletown, it went like this …
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