Dennis Graham remembers Sept. 11, 2001, as a crisp, clear day. It was so lovely, in fact, that when he left his downtown Manhattan apartment before 6 a.m., he kept his windows open.
He joined a neighbor to vote in the mayoral primaries, then headed to work at Immigration and Naturalization Services, three blocks from the World Trade Center.
His shift, conducting green-card interviews, began at 6:30 a.m. More than 500 immigrants, some with babies, waited seeking naturalization.
It was just another day. Until it wasn’t.
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