As a born and bred New Yorker, I have fond memories of the Twin Towers. I could see the tops being built from my home in Queens. I remember visiting just after they opened. I marveled at this new building, the tallest in the world, taller than the previous record holder about a mile away.
And in 2001, I watched solemnly as it all came down. I watched how that day became my generation’s Pearl Harbor.
On that day, two of the four hijacked planes took off from Boston’s Logan Airport. Today, the airport had commemoration ceremonies.
They also held a fire drill on one of the runways with both fire and smoke.
I wonder whose bright idea that was?
Logan Airport officials have been apologizing all day.