The first and only time I saw the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center was in 1989, when I rode with my parents as they drove to JFK International Airport. Our purpose for the trip was to drop my sister, Sonni, and her husband, Grady off with their three children, Ashley, Justin and Stefan so they could fly to Madrid, Spain. Grady was being deployed there for his duty as an airman in the United States Air Force. We had never been to New York City and decided a way to kill some time with … [Read more...]