I was dead asleep on a Tuesday morning in Reno, Nev. A phone call from my friend and co-worker, Kelley, woke me up.
She was somewhat frantic. She had just turned on the television to see the second plane crash into the World Trade Center. Her husband was supposed to be getting on a plane about that time in Chicago. (He was OK, other than being stuck in Chicago for about a week.)
Being woken up to news that something unclear—but very, very bad—was happening back East was a common for people in the Pacific and Mountain time zones.
If you have any Sept. 11 memories, feel free to share in the comments.
This article appears in Sep 7-13, 2006.
I can’t believe no one commented! This is interesting. Why didn’t anyone comment? I know why I didn’t. I tend to spend that day avoiding anything that reminds me of it, which is difficult. But it seems like people need to tell their stories and hear other people’s stories to better deal with things, so it puzzles me that no one shared their story. It’s not too late. If you share yours, blog readers, I will share more of mine.
Good question, Annie. We finally have blog stats, so I KNOW people are reading, but they aren’t commenting. Sigh …