Indeed, I think everyone remembers where they were whether near or far.
My story is not heroic or brave. I was just one of the many thousands of bridge and tunnel folks who was trapped in the city. Walking north to escape the office in total disbelief. I remember the strange feeling of sirens in the distance but a quiet at the same time. Nearly empty streets and people gathered around cars listening to the radio.... TV's on CNN in a few places with crowds of people just crying.
In the weeks afterwards once we all got back to "normal" it was a surreal landscape with everyone going through the motions in the streets, on the subway. I know that new yorkers are indifferent while walking and on the subway but it was entirely different. Sometimes I would make eye contact with a fellow passenger and it was as if there was some connection there as if we were all friends quietly enjoying a ride somewhere. There was a look of compassion in people's eyes that you don't see anymore.