Where were you in 9/11?

Where were you when JFK was shot? Where were you when man walked on the Moon? These were the questions of my parents' generation. The question of mine definitely is: Where were you in 9/11?
I remember clearly watching those CNN pictures with my friends, our slack-jawed faces in the blinking TV light. Being fairly trained by catastrophic movies of all kinds, we would accept the alien invasion rather than the picture of the Twins going down.
Sure, there were victims, thousands on that September morning and thousands more in wars that followed, righteous or not. But I'm writing this to commemorate one more victim, perhaps not bloody or cruel, but important nevertheless - the Nation Records.