Sunday, September 11, 2005
Amazing that it has been four years. Hardly seems it was even a year ago.
I was on the west coast, near Seattle. My cell phone rang some time between 7 and 7:30 a.m. Pacific Time which, of course, was about an hour after the WTC crashes. The call was from my office’s secretary who thought I’d want to know about it. When I turned on the TV, the news happened to be talking about all planes being grounded and no one knew when they’d be allowed to fly again. I still had almost a week that I’d be in Washington, but the first thought I remember having was, how am I getting back home?
Flights were running again by the time my family was to return, but our original flight had long-since been cancelled, and there was no guarantee that we’d be able to get seats on the substitute flight scheduled the following day. So we just abandoned the entire idea of flying home, managed to obtain an Avis one-way car rental, and spent the next several days seeing a LOT of the country.
In anticipatory defense of myself, don’t worry—my thoughts of how I’d get home didn’t last very long before the “oh my god” thoughts set in. My initial thoughts of getting home probably spawned out of the initial disbelief that we all experienced when we first heard the news. The reality sunk in only moments later.
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