My Early 9/11 Anniversary Post, because...
... Because on Monday, I'm getting SEVENTY-FIVE STAPLES OUT OF MY HEAD AND A HAIRCUT. Any suggestions?
I consistently remember dates/birthdays/anniversaries, that mold lives. What changes you, changes others when you tell them your story...
Alan Jackson sang, "Where Were You?" on the Today Show this morning, and I was immediately transported to a cool September morning, five years ago in Atlantic City. Five years already? Can it have been? Well, let's see, if I was twenty-five when Magic automated nights and I decided to move to the ocean in a weekend...
Once again, I felt the breeze on my face from the calendar pages whipping backwards. I see the lush trees on Route Nine clearly. Caramel coffee helps jog the memory.
For some reason, I had a bunch of cash on me at that time. It may have been that I was doing a LOTTA lotta remotes right around then. I didn't know what the World Trade Center WAS. I stood, quietly, naively, while my coworkers in traffic and sales cried, mesmerized by a 13" TV in the office, and called everyone they knew. The WTC is the center of the world, I did not know. I am so sorry.
Then I walked into the control room. More planes fell. The Pentagon really got me, being a soldier's daughter. What is going on, I asked. Hell is breaking loose, came the deadpan reply.
Thirteen hours later, I walked out, onto an eerily quiet street. I really believed I should keep my assets liquid, because I thought after that day we would be at war, and martial law would be taking over, on our front steps.
And I read somewhere the quote, "If the world was ending in five minutes, every phone booth would be filled with someone calling to say, "I love you."
P.S. I really need to say, if it were not for my mom's side of my family out there, in Jersey, I'd have gone bonkers that year. Now I know I have cousins. Now I know from where I get this hair. My eyes are Morrelle (French), and my hair is from the Vellioses (Greek).
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