We were in Thainland at a conference on language assessment. I don't often travel with Gary, but I did this time. Part of my fare was paid in exchange for being one of the conference secretaries.
We had been out to eat and in the elevator on our way to our hotel room, someone told us to turn on the TV as something was going on in NYC. That turned out to be a frustrating excercize: there were three TV channels--one in Thai, one in French, and the only one in English was a business channel that could only talk about the unthinkable possibility that the stock market would be shut down.
It was irrational of me, but I immediately wanted to know if my kids were OK. There was no reason they wouldn't be because they were no where near NYC, but I was still worried until I could contact each of them: David a freshman at Taylor, Rachel a sophmore at Southern Nazarene University, and Andrew home in Dallas applying for grad school.