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Well here we are, six years later.
All politics aside, just for a moment, use this spot to tell us where you were when you first heard what was happening. Then let us know how you feel about these events six years later and how they have shaped your life.
I was inspired to write this today by an older gentleman who called into C-Span this morning. He was reflecting on the Pearl Harbor attacks and World War II, and how it shaped the minds and attitudes he had towards the Japanese and Germans for the rest of his life.
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I must have told my story so many times over the past few years, to friends and family and folks on the various blogs and online games that I use to relax in the evening.
I was 24 years old, full of energy and reeling from breaking off a 2-year engagement a few weeks before. I had a busy morning ahead of me - had to go to court to take care of a traffic violation, then off to work. I remember it being one of the more stunningly beautiful days of late Summer, with a autumn chill to the air that made me turn around and grab a light sweater before I left the apartment. I drove around downtown New Haven, CT for a few minutes looking for a parking spot, finally finding a spot behind one of the lawyer's offices near the Yale University campus. As I pulled in, the morning radio DJ went to a commercial break, but not before mentioning "...something about a plane hitting the World Trade Center..." with a laugh to his voice that made it sound like he was joking. I didn't think too much of it, and shut off the car.
About an hour and a half later, I was sitting in the courtroom waiting for things to start when the bailiff came into the room and confirmed that not one, but two planes had crashed. There was a bit of a hushed silence that fell over us, and some people left the room hurriedly, probably to step outside and check the news. Within the next hour, after the plane had crashed into the Pentagon, the bailiff appeared again. This time, he told us all that proceedings for the day were cancelled as a matter of national security, and we would be informed by mail of new court dates.
I went to work, and all of us were distracted for the entire day by the constant broadcast on the salesroom television of what had happened. We knew we wouldn't be getting any work done that day. Some still tried to make calls, only to be rebuffed angrily by scared folks from all over the Northeast.
More to come, I have to get going to work. I'll post the rest in a couple hours.
Well here we are, six years later.
All politics aside, just for a moment, use this spot to tell us where you were when you first heard what was happening. Then let us know how you feel about these events six years later and how they have shaped your life.
I was inspired to write this today by an older gentleman who called into C-Span this morning. He was reflecting on the Pearl Harbor attacks and World War II, and how it shaped the minds and attitudes he had towards the Japanese and Germans for the rest of his life.
-=-
I must have told my story so many times over the past few years, to friends and family and folks on the various blogs and online games that I use to relax in the evening.
I was 24 years old, full of energy and reeling from breaking off a 2-year engagement a few weeks before. I had a busy morning ahead of me - had to go to court to take care of a traffic violation, then off to work. I remember it being one of the more stunningly beautiful days of late Summer, with a autumn chill to the air that made me turn around and grab a light sweater before I left the apartment. I drove around downtown New Haven, CT for a few minutes looking for a parking spot, finally finding a spot behind one of the lawyer's offices near the Yale University campus. As I pulled in, the morning radio DJ went to a commercial break, but not before mentioning "...something about a plane hitting the World Trade Center..." with a laugh to his voice that made it sound like he was joking. I didn't think too much of it, and shut off the car.
About an hour and a half later, I was sitting in the courtroom waiting for things to start when the bailiff came into the room and confirmed that not one, but two planes had crashed. There was a bit of a hushed silence that fell over us, and some people left the room hurriedly, probably to step outside and check the news. Within the next hour, after the plane had crashed into the Pentagon, the bailiff appeared again. This time, he told us all that proceedings for the day were cancelled as a matter of national security, and we would be informed by mail of new court dates.
I went to work, and all of us were distracted for the entire day by the constant broadcast on the salesroom television of what had happened. We knew we wouldn't be getting any work done that day. Some still tried to make calls, only to be rebuffed angrily by scared folks from all over the Northeast.
More to come, I have to get going to work. I'll post the rest in a couple hours.
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