I was going to work early before having to go to grad school. I had NPR on, and they interrupted their scheduled programing with the news of the first tower. Nobody knew, at that point, what was going on. Thought it must have been an accident. And then Bush released a statement about terrorists, and I thought, “Oh, geez! Seriously?! Do we have to turn this into a political statement?!” And then the 2nd plane hit, and Bush turned out to be right…
The manager of the theatre I was working for, when asked if that night’s performance would be canceled, replied, “The show must go on!” The psychopath. And the entire staff of the theatre said she could put the show on herself if she wanted, they were going home to start madly calling NYC. (I HATE that cliche, now! And the show did end up getting canceled.)
I remember the utter silence in the skies. I lived in the flight-paths for Long Beach Airport and LAX, and never noticed the plane noise until it was gone. And then when suddenly, there was a helicopter or a plane overhead during that time when most flights were grounded, and there was the FEAR…was it one of our military planes…or not?
I used to LOVE fall, but between 9/11 and all the hurricanes, I wish we could just skip from August to October, and leave September out!