Ian was in New York. I was in PEI in the country, the mainline from NY to Europe above in the sky quiet, the roads still and you could hear the sea two miles inland. I watched the news all day with visiting Swedish relatives who needed translating. Soon, the con-trails of jet fighters were in the air above us.
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Wayne – September 11, 2003 10:43 AM
I remember it was a beautiful day, like today. I was thinking of the back nine and how bad I had played the day before…I had the TV on in the backround, and was zipping thru the living room in Moncton enroute to my chores on http://www.globaladaptation.com...
…when I stopped, backed up, and ended up spellbound in front of the screen while commentators were speculating about what had just happened. I was on the phone to her, describing what I was witnessing, when I watched the second plane hit. She put me on the speaker phone, and I spoke to several dozen people at the University about what I was seeing, all which helped me to realize I was not dreaming.
Kennedy’s death, Lennon’s death, Elvis’s death, moonwalk, first time I saw “Hotpants” (in grade nine)…these are all things I remember where I was when something happened.
humblebub – September 11, 2003 1:40 PM
http://humblebub.islandmusings.net
Kennedy’s death, (sneaking a smoke in the boys room of junior high) Lennin’s death, (drinking a draft in local tavern) Elvis’s death, (damned if I can remember – was of little interest to me) moonwalk, (drinking draft in the 4 quarters tavern) first time I saw “Hotpants” (I still have not figured out what hotpants are)
Wayne – September 11, 2003 1:57 PM
Trust me, Craig. The first time a 14-year old sees Hotpants, it IS an unforgettable experience.
Alan – September 11, 2003 10:55 PM
Ron in Newfoundland writes well on a number of aspects of today and two years ago today.
Alan – March 31, 2006 7:36 AM
Ian has posted an extraordinary string of emails he just came across four and a half years later.
David Janes – March 31, 2006 8:35 AM
http://blog.davidjanes.com
I still have all my September 12, 2001 newspapers in the closet, unread. Maybe I’ll pull them out this year.