Don Henley's song, New York Minute, took on new meaning for me that day.

God bless America.

from "New York Minute"

Harry got up
Dressed all in black
Went down to the station
And he never came back
They found his clothing
Scattered somewhere down the track
And he won't be down on Wall Street
In the morning
. . .

In a New York minute
Everything can change
In a New York minute
Things can get pretty strange
. . .

And in these days
When darkness falls early
And people rush home
To the ones they love
You better take a fool's advice
And take care of your own
One day they're here;
Next day they're gone
. . .

In a New York minute
Everything can change
. . .