On the morning of September 11th -- three months ago today -- I went into a phone booth at a hotel near my evacuated office building, where I'd taken refuge to watch CNN, and called my parents and girlfriend to let them know I was all right. I wasn't the only one making such a call; in fact, I had to wait in line. Many in the Washington, D.C. area were so shaken by the Pentagon plane crash and the slew of bomb threats that ensued that they felt in mortal danger. The roads backed up as some fled the city, believing we were under an all-out attack. The panic wasn't helped by the President's cross-country joyride aboard Air Force One.