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Observing 9/11
« on: September 11, 2018, 10:39:57 am »
It's a lovely day here so far but supposed to get up into the 90s later. As always, I went into my garden to breathe the heavily oxygenated air, with a touch of chill to it. Well, it is September. September 11.

How I remember going to work that day and hearing Carl Kasell say that apparently "a small plane has crashed into the World Trade Center." I thought some deranged person had decided to go out with a bang, so to speak. How wrong I was.

I'll go over to my daughter's later to let the children lighten my heavy heart. I'm starting to realize why my grandmother used to sit beside the window, looking out at her lilac bushes, very quietly sometimes when all we children wanted to do was play with her.

Where were you on 9/11 and how did you experience it?
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Re: Observing 9/11
« Reply #1 on: September 28, 2018, 09:08:08 pm »
I was on my way to work as the first plane hit.  As I was listening to the report, I can remember the reporter said "we don't have any confirmation that this is any sort of attack" and I thought "Yeah,'s not an attack."  ::)

We had the radio on at work, and heard the stories when the other plane hit, and then the Pentagon, and the crash of flight 93.

We got word that bank was closing due to the emergency, and to get home.  On my way home, I called my friend Corrine.  She was beside herself.  Her husband walked past the Towers every day because he went into the city with is father, who worked in Tower Two.

After waiting most of the day, we got a call from her husband.   There was a delay, and because of that, her father-in-law never got into the building.  He was outside when the first plane hit.  Because of all the communications going on, neither could get in touch with each other or anyone else.

They managed to find each other, and then get themselves home by late night.

Tell him when l come up to him and ask to play the record, l'm gonna say: ''Voulez-vous jouer ce disque?''
'Voulez-vous, will you kiss my dick?'
Will you play my record? One-track mind!