9/11

Oh hi Ben,

Today is 9/11 with all of the thoughts and rememberances and tributes and stories. I mostly remember it as a day of disbelief. On the way to work I heard it from a very upset radio host, who really didn’t understand the situation. I called mom and asked her to turn on the news to verify, because what was being said on the radio didn’t compute. I was working for the olympics at the time and there was a tv on in the conference room. A bunch of employees from various functions were in there silently watching things unfold in disbelief. As more reports of high jacked airplanes and news of the pentagon and flight 93 came out, we started to wonder if everyone everywhere could be a target. About that time we were told to go home so they could assure our security. We had scheduled a crew to come out that day to pour a cement pad in our backyard. Our backyard wasn’t finished so it was a big deal for us, even thought the pad was pretty small. I would go out to check on progress and look at the sky, it was empty for three days after that. Then we started watching all the news of the damage, with people covered in blood dust and rubble, it was hard to understand. Then they showed footage of the planes flying into the buildings. With the first one, you just figured it was a freak accident, or you hoped it was. When the second one hit, you knew it was something dark and evil, and that things would never be the same. The worst thing they showed on tv was black spots falling from the burning floors of the towers. The camera would zoom in and you could see that it was people having to jump to avoid the flames...what a choice thane to make. The most inspiring story that came out, though the most tragic, was the story of the people on flight 93 who fought the high jackers and probably saved the capital or Washington DC. Some recordings still exist, I’ll probably never hear anything more courageous.

Now I feel sad, I hope you are well,

Love

Pops