Hearing from Howard Stern that the US was under attack and instantly believing him.
Trying to contact my wife and not being able to.
Clinky in New York and getting his 'man on the street' updates.
Calling Sparkle and persuading her to get home where it was safer.
Hoagy stuck in London. Hoagy stuck in Canada.
Neighbors stuck in Texas.
Getting home and hugging my wife and kids.
American flags everywhere.
CNN. CNN. CNN.
Where were you?
Monday, September 11, 2006
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I was waiting in line for the record store to open to buy that new Bob Dylan album
Downtown, in a major non-US city, three blocks from a potential target, surrounded by police, and trying to comfort a co-worker who couldn't reach his brother who worked a block from WTC.
Yes, even I can be serious sometimes.
I was at home in Brookline, MA, fielding calls and e-mails from friends around the U.S. and in the U.K., who were worried myself or the husband might have been flying out of Logan that morning on business, or that we were in NY.
And on my end, I was doing the same, trying to contact friends in NY to make sure they were okay.
And for what it's worth, I thought the Dylan post was quite amusing.
I was eating
Where else? At school, glued to the television in utter amazement, dealing with crying kids who had parents in NYC on business or friends at college, learning at some point that two of our former colleagues were in the first plane to hit the towers...
Helleva day. I hugged my kids too that day, but not my ex. In fact, I secretly wished he was ON one of those planes.
September 11 makes me think of the American Indian, and how easy it was to wipe them out. The biggest reason: they cannot get to the point.
If they were observing Sept 11, they would call it “ from the last corn, count seven moons and wait for the hunter-bird to fly to land of always -summer”
If they had the brains to give proper, one word names to everyday things, like days, and months, and years, they would have had more time to develop weapons that weren’t just sharp sticks, and they would still have the country to themselves.
I agree with Carl.
Or better known as CarlWhoIsWiseWithSmallPenis
I don't get it.
Wait, this isn't another Roger Miller song reference is it...
I'm bummed
Not as much as me.
Think how I feel.
I'm more bummed than the three of you put together...
I'm drowning in a pool of my own tears.
What's everyone so sad about? Things look just fine out where I'm living.
Same here.
You've been trumped!
I don't think so.
and a billion times is divisible by 5.
I feel bad for your neighbors who were stuck in Texas.
I feel bad for the Texans stuck in Texas.
CarlWhoIsWiseWithSmallPenis,
Not sure how nooprah is privy to that personal information, but that's between you two.
And it's time to hop aboard the Politcally Correct Bandwagon...I'm sure you meant to say "Native Americans." If you're going to bash an entire culture, at least reference them properly.
Example: Frenchies or Frogs=French People. And you don't need specific reason to insult them.
Oh Bemisdown! What're you gonna do if PsychoTrollingAnonymousDouchebag is French and decides to take (extremely incoherent and irrational) offense to your statement!?
We're all doomed!
Not to worry Cake.
I'm heavily medicated-very little gets to me now as I have no more actual human emotions.
Besides, if He/She DOES get offended, all you have to say is "Vichy France" or "World War II" and he/she will rush to an outdoor cafe, order a bottle of $7.00 wine (In Euros, of course) and ponder over the past glory of France when Louis XIV was King with a like minded buddy. While wearing a beret.
Noooopra only gives eyes to people He likes. Blessed be our Noooooooprah. Let Nooooooooopra's eyes light our days, we who live in darkness.
I'll give you eyes Mr.Eyeless in Gaza.
(I have no idea what that even means)
I remember hearing over and over on the radio and tv that no one knew where President Bush was. Apparently, he was hiding out in the Hall of Presidents.
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