Twelve Years Later……

9_11 skylineToday marks the twelfth anniversary of 9-11.

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 planesĀ  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.



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2 Responses to Twelve Years Later……

  1. elizabeth says:

    For me even now, Sept. 11 is a day that I remember viscerally–as I do the day JFK was shot. Every detail of where I was and what I did is …hard to describe…tattooed on my psyche. Sorry if that sounds too dramatic, but I don’t know how else to say it. We were living 90 miles up from Manhattan on 9-11, right on the Hudson, and the whole thing was way too close for comfort. I was in a workplace where we could access TV, and was able to watch everything “live” from the minute after the second plane hit, and we realized something major was happening. It was hours and hours later that we found out our nephew down at Merrill Lynch had survived by being a little late to work and still being in the lobby of his building when it started to shake. He ran outside, and didn’t remember anything else until he was walking across the Brooklyn Bridge. He later remembered having to run over dead bodies, but said he must have blocked that out of his mind for a while. I myself didn’t lose anybody, but friends of friends did, and I had to help choose poetry for someone’s husband’s funeral.

  2. JL says:

    That day is the last time I can remember an old-fashioned news flash breaking into regular network TV programming in Australia. I was watching The West Wing (of all things!) when programming was interrupted only a couple of minutes after the first tower was hit. We returned to regular programming for about twenty minutes, but we, like you in North America, watched the rest of the disaster unfold live. I think we sat in front of the television until about 3am. It was with some trepidation that I got into the lift to take me to my office on the 47th floor of my building the next morning. I will never forget it that night, nor my visit to Ground Zero several years later.