9/11/01: A Date Which Will Live in Infamy

National_Park_Service_9-11_Statue_of_Liberty_and_WTC_fire*ring ring*

me: “grunt grunt groan, whut”

*ring ring*

me: *answers phone* “Hello?”

Mama: “SCOTT.”

me: “Hey…happy birthday, Mama!”

Mama: “SCOTT.  We’re at war.”

me: “We’re what?”

Mama: “We’re under attack! Turn the TV on. I heard it on the radio on the way to the school [where she worked at the time].”

me: “Yeah, OK…”

*boots computer, opens WinTV, watches second plane hit*

me: “Hey, how’d they have cameras ready to go when it hit? Waitaminit…that’s another one!

*watches awhile longer, hears about Pentagon bombing, then 747 crash in Pennsylvania*

me: “…” *carried slack-jawed look while watching for another hour or so*

*showers and heads for 11AM class, Dr. Saddow’s Electromagnetic Fields I*


And that’s where I was and what I was doing on my Mama’s birthday back in 2001, now simply known as 9/11 and serves as one of my generation’s flash-point events, similar to the JFK assassination and the Challenger explosion.

This year, her birthday was much more low-key…a large chunk of family hit one of the better fish camps for supper tonight. But we’re still living in the post 9/11 world, and that won’t go unremembered every day from now on.

About Scott

This on-again, off-again, would-be commentator proves that attitudes are contagious, and that some can even kill. To this end, every written word is weighed carefully to ensure the precise delivery of the author's intent while inflicting blunt force trauma to the psyche of the reader.