The guard dogs were out on the train platforms this morning as I headed into Washington, D.C., as they should be. It’s a kind of sad, gray, rainy day here inside the Beltway, and no one is talking about it. So I offer you the following from a friend of this blog, a piece of his lengthy post last night about his experiences in New York City on that clear, blue, slightly chilly morning — running toward the flaming towers with a reporter’s notebook in his hand.