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At least it is cloudy this year
Sep. 11th, 2014 08:30 amIt’s that day again. I think most of the rest of the country recognizes it but if you were in NYC that day 13 years ago, this day haunts you.
It really sucks for two friends of mine who have their birthdays today.
Unlike that Tuesday 13 years ago, the sky is cloudy and grim.
And it is the little things that I remember like a smoothy spilling all over my shoe when the first plane hit and a door came back on me.
The woman who was covered in dust and was in serious shock who came on the subway train and the people who cleared a seat for her and those people who convinced her to go with them to the hospital.
Seeing the dust roll up Time Square.
Not knowing where my boss was for 4 hours because he was on a plane on his way to LA.
Getting the NPR feed which made me the first person on the floor to hear about the Pentagon.
Scrambling for hotel rooms since it didn’t look like they were going to be letting anyone in or out of Manhattan.
Making my way to the subway with one of the art directors and his very pregnant wife.
Being so glad to get home and hug Peter. That I made it home was a minor miracle.
Learning about a week later that someone I commuted with didn’t make it out. And the sucky thing about that was he had retired. He was suppose to be getting his boat ready to sail down to the Keys with his wife. I had been hearing about these plans for almost a year. He was at the World Trade Center teaching his job to a couple of other people and he was only doing that because they tossed a boatload of money. He wasn’t supposes to be there.
I had a meeting along with my other boss down at World Trade Center that got moved from a breakfast meeting to a lunch meeting. No idea what would have happened if it had stayed a breakfast meeting.
It’s a jumble and I am a jumble today. So I think I am staying off the internet for today.
I am grateful that I got home 13 years ago.
It really sucks for two friends of mine who have their birthdays today.
Unlike that Tuesday 13 years ago, the sky is cloudy and grim.
And it is the little things that I remember like a smoothy spilling all over my shoe when the first plane hit and a door came back on me.
The woman who was covered in dust and was in serious shock who came on the subway train and the people who cleared a seat for her and those people who convinced her to go with them to the hospital.
Seeing the dust roll up Time Square.
Not knowing where my boss was for 4 hours because he was on a plane on his way to LA.
Getting the NPR feed which made me the first person on the floor to hear about the Pentagon.
Scrambling for hotel rooms since it didn’t look like they were going to be letting anyone in or out of Manhattan.
Making my way to the subway with one of the art directors and his very pregnant wife.
Being so glad to get home and hug Peter. That I made it home was a minor miracle.
Learning about a week later that someone I commuted with didn’t make it out. And the sucky thing about that was he had retired. He was suppose to be getting his boat ready to sail down to the Keys with his wife. I had been hearing about these plans for almost a year. He was at the World Trade Center teaching his job to a couple of other people and he was only doing that because they tossed a boatload of money. He wasn’t supposes to be there.
I had a meeting along with my other boss down at World Trade Center that got moved from a breakfast meeting to a lunch meeting. No idea what would have happened if it had stayed a breakfast meeting.
It’s a jumble and I am a jumble today. So I think I am staying off the internet for today.
I am grateful that I got home 13 years ago.
