Canary Wharf, London, September 11th 2008.   On September 11th 2008 I caught a flight to London very early in the morning. I was planning to be in the city for three days. I got an early flight out and was there for a mere two days, most of it spent with friends in Canary Wharf. I was on my way to Germany. I was due to become a godfather.   But in London I met a few friends who work until 8 and apparently party until midnight. Why not, I suppose. I...