I used to work at Tower 2 of the World Trade Center on the 66th floor. My perspective at that time:

“if the thunder don’t get you then the lightning willlllllll!!!!” Other pictures – an office the size of a football field with a 50 Ft. high ceiling, ticker tape readout on LCDs zipping overhead, banks of pulsing, green, mini-screens in front of each person (clocks showing the time in Tokyo, Singapore, London, Paris, and Sydney on the walls), well-dressed, tall, lily-white men and women, with two or more phones in their hands – looking: at the screens, clocks, and ticker tape – speaking alternately into the phones or to each other for 7 hours straight eerie day, rain or shine, bull of bear – and me, scanning the clear glass windows overlooking the trading floor and beyond the windows at the Hudson River, the Statue of Liberty and New Jersey.