On September 11, 2001 I was a junior in college. I had just gotten back to Fairbanks after spending my first summer in the field with Fish and Game.  On that horrible morning, I arrived at work without hearing any news.  Mike called us at the helpdesk - which has no windows or views of the world - at 7:45, urging Thom and I to turn the radio on.  ( Read more... )