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As mentioned, I'm a New Yorker. My parents both grew up in the city -one in Washington Heights, the other in Inwood. So as jubilant as the nation is, this news is even more dear to us residents. On 9/11, I went to school to find a television in the hall of the social science building broadcasting the images that are forever burned in my memory. I remember the sheer number of cell phones that were out as children desperately tried to reach their family members. I remember the ballerina who screamed as the second tower came down -incidentally, she lost both her parents in the attack. My cousin worked at the World Trade Center -not in the towers but the building across the street. For those who don't know the WTC is made up of a compound of buildings, not just the towers. She was one of those people you saw running away from the towers, covered in debris. One of my other cousins is a stock broker and lost a lot of friends, including his closet friend and the best man at his wedding. My brother, a brick mason who works down in the City, saw the planes fly overhead. He walked almost 100 blocks to get to my grandmother's apartment to stay for the night, as all the bridges and trains were shut down. For the rest of the world, it was something to watch on TV in horror. For New York, it was our reality.