Just as I will always remember where I was and what I was doing on December 7, 1941 (the Japanese surprise attack on Pearl Harbor) and November 22, 1963 (the assassination of President John F. Kennedy in Dallas), I will always remember the morning of September 11, 2001.
Sandra and I were living in Santa Barbara. As was my habit when I was writing on a daily basis, I was at my desk bright and early in the morning with a cup of coffee and a toasted English Muffin. The television set in our home office was tuned in to a national news channel and the volume was set to low.
Around 6 a.m., Pacific Time, I happened to glance at the TV set and saw a high-rise building on fire. The thought flashed through my mind that the station was running a promo for an action/adventure movie like King Kong.
A few minutes later, Sandra walked in the office and asked me if I would like a fresh cup of coffee.
“Bill, isn’t it a little early for a movie?” she said, being a bit of a smart ass.
“Sandra, I think something just happened in New York City,” I said.
She stayed in the office and a few minutes later, we both watched in disbelief as an airplane crashed into what we then knew was the second tower of the World Trade Center. From that moment on, whatever we had planned for the rest of the day was scratched as Sandra and I, along with the rest of a stunned nation, stayed glued to our television sets — in utter disbelief and horror. -Bill
Where you were on the morning of September 11, 2001? Please leave a comment.