OK so I got one for you….
At the time of the twin towers, I was living in Morristown New Jersey. I was renting a house; specifically, I was renting the mother side of a mother daughter style house. We were tucked in behind another house in front of us that was off the main road and we had a driveway that wrapped around the back..
There was this old lady who rented a room in the house in front of us.
One day, there are a couple of guys and suits, walk up and down the road, driveway, really, that we lived off of. They’re asking a bunch of questions and my landlord answers all the questions. Then I see her talk to the lady from the house in front of us and I come out to see what information she’s got about the weirdness of the non-smiling guys that were canvassing the houses on the road.
She proceeds to tell me that our neighbor was renting a room to one of the 9/11 hijackers.
More to the point that the guy was kind of strange, and he was taking flying lessons at Morristown airport. Even more interesting was that she realized the guy was going through her stuff. So she started going through his stuff…. (You gotta remember that she’s a really old lady.) Apparently, the dude stiffed her for the telephone bill and she was kind of pissed off about it. So she kept a record of all the telephone calls he made, and because it was New Jersey Bell, and then Bell Atlantic, she had the physically printed telephone bills with all the phone calls that were made and all the numbers and how long.
So the suits were tying up loose ends.