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September 11, 2006


Hi judi,
        Could you please post a link on the blog to
Dave's September 11 column?
        - Guin

Published: Thursday, September 13, 2001


By DAVE BARRY, Herald Columnist

No humor column today. I don't want to write it, and you don't want to read

No words of wisdom, either. I wish I were wise enough to say something that
would help make sense of this horror, something that would help ease the
unimaginable pain of the victims' loved ones, but I'm not that wise. I'm
barely capable of thinking. Like many others, I've spent the hours since
Tuesday morning staring at the television screen, sometimes crying,
sometimes furious, but mostly just stunned.

What I can't get out of my mind is the fact that they used our own planes. I
grew up in the Cold War, when we always pictured the threat as coming in the
form of missiles - sleek, efficient death machines, unmanned, hurtling over
the North Pole from far away. But what came, instead, were our own
commercial airliners, big friendly flying buses coming from Newark and
Boston with innocent people on board. Red, white and blue planes, with
``United'' and ``American'' written on the side. The planes you've flown in
and I've flown in. That's what they used to attack us. They were able to do
it in part because our airport security is pathetic. But mainly they were
able to do it because we are an open and trusting society that simply is not
set up to cope with evil men, right here among us, who want to kill as many
Americans as they can.

That's what's so hard to comprehend: They want us to die just for being
Americans. They don't care which Americans die: military Americans, civilian
Americans, young Americans, old Americans. Baby Americans. They don't care.
To them, we're all mortal enemies. The truth is that most Americans, until
Tuesday, were only dimly aware of their existence, and posed no threat to
them. But that doesn't matter to them; all that matters is that we're
Americans. And so they used our own planes to kill us.

And then their supporters celebrated in the streets.

I'm not naive about my country. My country is definitely not always right;
my country has at times been terribly wrong. But I know this about
Americans: We don't set out to kill innocent people. We don't cheer when
innocent people die.


The people who did this to us are monsters; the people who cheered them have
hate-sickened minds. One reason they can cheer is that they know we would
never do to them what their heroes did to us, even though we could, a
thousand times worse. They know that when we hunt down the monsters, we will
try hard not to harm the innocent. Those are the handcuffs we willingly
wear, because for all our flaws, we are a decent people.

And now we are a traumatized people. The TV commentators keep saying that
the attacks have awakened a ``sleeping giant.'' And I guess we do look like
a giant, to the rest of the world. But when I look around, I don't see a
giant: I see millions of individuals - the resilient and caring citizens of
New York and Washington; the incredibly brave firefighters, police officers
and rescue workers risking their lives in the dust and flames; the
politicians standing on the steps of the Capitol and singing an off-key
rendition of God Bless America that, corny as it was, had me weeping; the
reporters and photographers who have not slept, and will not sleep, as long
as there is news to report; the people in my community, and communities
across America, lining up to give blood, wishing they could do more.


No, I don't see a giant. What I see is Americans. We may have the power of a
giant, but we also have the heart of a good and generous people, and we will
get through this. We will grieve for our dead, and tend to our wounded, and
repair the damage, and tighten our security, and put our planes back in the
air. Eventually most of us, the ones lucky enough not to have lost somebody,
will resume our lives. Some day, our country will track down the rest of the
monsters behind this, and make them pay, and I suppose that will make most
of us feel a little better. But revenge and hatred won't be why we'll go on.
We'll go on because we know this is a good country, a country worth keeping.

Those who would destroy it only make us see more clearly how precious it is.

© 2001


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My memories and memory linkages are not quite worth the effort it would take me to compose them ... special, to me ... tho not as special as yours ...

Catharsis ... thanks, gang ...

Life goes on ... changed, but it goes on ...

I must confess to being a secret blog groupie since about halfway through the last season of 24. I have spent many entertaining hours since then reading the delightfully witty, intelligent comments posted here (well, most of them, anyway). For some reason, I feel compelled to share my own experience of September 11, 2001 with you today. You don't know me, but I feel as though I know you well.

I live in warm, sunny Austin, Texas, and was getting ready for work when I turned on the television and saw the coverage of the planes striking the Twin Towers. Shortly afterward, I watched in shocked disbelief as each tower fell. My supervisor called to tell me not to come in to work; everyone was being sent home. In a daze, I walked outside, and was struck by a sensation I recall experiencing the day my father died: how was it possible that the sky was still so incredibly blue, the sun shining so brightly, the birds chirping so merrily, and the Earth spinning so normally when MY world was registering a 9.9 on the Richter scale. It seemed to me that everything should look completely different.

My other strong recollection of 9/11 involves finding out that my daughter, who had just started her sophomore year of college 4 hours away, had decided on 9/10 to train and work as a volunteer firefighter while at school. She was too scared to tell my husband and me about it until about two months later, fearing our response. We were actually quite proud of her, but I always wished she'd call me AFTER she'd been to a fire, and not on her way TO one. She never did learn the proper sequence!

Thank you for sharing yourselves again with me on this most solemn day. Thanks to those of you in the military, police, firefighters, and those who bake cookies for same. Except for the dark blots of a few who apparently completely skipped Civility 101, the comments shared here have deepened the pride I have in America and Americans. Thanks Dave, Judi, and all of you who have brightened my days more often than you could know.

Late getting back to the party--respectful, quiet 'snork' at Annie for Global 'Worming.'

Hey, since no one cares how unrealistic it is, can Jack Bauer slap the snot out of Osama tonight? Hold some doctors at gunpoint and make 'em do a sex change on him, so that he has to live as a woman under Taliban rule?

Er...by 'him', I meant that Osama gets the sex change, not Jack. Sorry for any confusion.

It's been a long, hard day of remembering, and my fellow bloglits have warmed my heart in a way that's hard to express. Then along comes Global. Not long after Rahnia. Clean Hands and the rest who replied to Global are to be commended for their grace in handling an unpleasant visitor. And all the bloglits should be showered with praise for a touching memorial in text. Dave and Judi - thanks for your words and thanks for giving us a place to meet and share.

Clean Hands, try to remember this. Never argue with an idiot. They will only drag you down to their level, then beat you with experience.

No kidding, Stupendous--reading those, I actually found myself nostalgic for auto-spam.

Just Ducky, thank you for your thoughts and welcome to the blog...please feel free to keep posting!

Stupendous Man, well said...

It's odd, because as much as I wanted to, I couldn't cry on 9.11.2001. I watched the news coverage and talked to friends and family. But the tears never came.

Today, I read the blog and all your wonderful posts, and can't stop crying. I think I needed that.

My memories are of a beautiful, sunny, clear day. I was driving to work in downtown Memphis when the radio news mentioned that a plane hit one of the towers. I, like many, thought it was a little plane and tragic, but not unbelievable.

I went up to work on the 26th floor of the tallest building in Memphis. A few minutes later, I heard our office manager say, "Another plane hit?" I knew. It was instinctive. We all gathered around the conference room TV and watched in horror. Around 11, they let us all go home.

My children were in 3rd and 5th grade. I wanted badly to go pick them up, but I was in no condition to be strong for them. Instead, I curled up on the couch and stared in disbelief at the TV screen.

Tonight, my daughter, now a sophomore in high school and 15 years old, saw me crying and came give me a big ole hug. She is really beginning to understand what a huge event it was. And how it is changing the world.

May you all be safe and loved today. Annie, Blurk, Wyo...all of you, thank you for your stories and your continued contributions.


During halftime in the football game, they showed some football players talking about where they were on 9/ll and then showed them when they played the first game after. There were many American flags on display and many tears falling from the players on the field during opening ceremonies.

It's been a tough day, and to add to what everyone else has said, it has helped to have tis blog to come to. IMO we really are a community. :)

Again, thank you Dave and judi for giving us this place. :)

Thanks, Siouxie, for the kind words. I was near-paralyzed with the fear of being rejected for inserting my two-cents-worth on such a special day, especially since so many of you have been doing this together for so long. You know, sorta like high school. :-)

I am Canadian. I don't wish to intrude but I just wanted to say that all of us here, everyone at my work, my family, my friends, people at the bus stop, at the grocery store, everyone.... ALL our hearts were with our American friends.

I saw the first plane hit on the news before I left for work. I thought, like a lot of you, that it was a freak accident. When I got to work they told me about the second plane and we knew. It was silent and subdued that morning. Everyone felt awful and there was a lot of crying. We wanted to help you but didn't know what to do.

Most of us went home at lunchtime.

I needed to hug my daughter.

As with many of you, I can't yet watch anything to do with 9/11. It is too painful.

I am not American but I also HATE what the terrorists did and I am very proud to be your "neighbor to the north".

Thank you, Zoodle!

Just Ducky, I have only been doing this for a few short months and from my own personal experience, ALL of these wacky people whose incredible wit make you smile (as it did me when I was blurking myself) welcomed me with open arms and they'll do the same for you and any one out there who may be thinking of "jumping in". It just takes a little while to get to know each other.

Please continue - it can be intimidating at first, but it's so well worth the effort. These people are not only amazingly funny but can be real and warm and have kept me sane on several occasions. Today was a shining example.

Can we feel the love???

*waves up North to Zoodle*

Howdy neighbor!!!

Everyone, it's been incredible reading these posts. Judi, thank you. Dave, I've been a reader since I was 14 when my dad, laughing so hard he was crying, handed me the Buffalo News 'Parade' opened to your column. I'm 25 now and today's reprint was no less beautiful than five years ago.

Everyone, it's been incredible reading these posts. Judi, thank you. Dave, I've been a reader since I was 14 when my dad, laughing so hard he was crying, handed me the Buffalo News 'Parade' opened to your column. I'm 25 now and today's reprint was no less beautiful than five years ago.


I'm breaking my cardinal rule, and posting without reading everyone's post first - so forgive any redundancy. actually, my eyes are tearing to badly to read right now. What a powerful piece you wrote Dave. I entered the main gate of Fort Huachuca, AZ just after the first plane hit, and prior to the second. I wondered why half a dozen MP cars were screaming towards the gate. 10 minutes later, I walked in to work to see all my soldier and civilian colleagues standing around staring at the TV. I'll never forget the look of horror on everyone's face, even before I realized what was going on. The worst part was loss assessment as everyone frantically tried to account for all our co-workers at the Pentagon, and friends and family in NY. I still fly frequently, I travel overseas frequently, and I hug my kids tighter every time I leave and return. And I am proud of all our Armed Forces and proud to be an American.

OK, i've avoided comin here all day, even tho a coupla people have been hintin all day that i should come over here

it's just that when i got up this mornin, and flipped on cnn, and then flipped thru the channels, well, i didn't last long - i just couldn't do another year of watchin the planes crash into the towers, and the moments of silence, and people cryin for those they've lost...

just couldn't do it

and then i heard about this thread, and, well, couldn't do that either

i guess, in my head, i was thinkin that tomorrow everything would go back to normal

except that nuthin is normal anymore, is it?

either way, i haven't read any of the above comments (cept for zoodle's, cuz i always read what she has ta say), but i did read Dave's column

and Dave reminded me of somethin i guess i've forgetten lately - of what it means to be an American - the important part

the part that says why we're gonna win this thing in the long run - not by invading other countries, and not by huntin down and killin bin laden (tho i wish we would), but by bein Americans - by bein better than they are - by not giving in to hate, and retribution, but by rising above all that

we are better than they are, those that want all of us dead - and that's how we'll win this thing

so thanks Dave, for reminding me what's important here - for reminding me why i'm damn proud to be an American

Dave, judi, and all the rest of you guys are the best. really.

i've stayed away all day, too...stayed away from commenting, anyway, not from reading. i remember where i was and what i was doin', too, but i didn't personally lose anyone, and didn't feel anything i could say would in any way compare to what lots of you guys went through.

*loves a ginormous hug to all the DB bloglits*

you guys ROCK.

I, like Just Ducky, am a longtime "hide in the corner of the blog" girl. But on such an emotional day, I must share my love and thanks. My love for this country where we have such freedoms. Just thinking of all the laughs (and today tears) I have gotten through this blog reminds me how lucky I am to be an American. And my thanks to all of you...Dave and Judi especially for providing such a wonderful outlet for all of us patriots! *a big giant group hug*

Melissa Laate

Well said, TCK. And a hearty thanks to all the other bloglits for your service, for your companionship - for being Americans, even those who aren't.

Nous sommes toutes Americains!

I was working on a television series at that morning. I was preparing for the first actress of the day to get into my chair, when a production assistant stuck his head in my trailer and said, “Turn on your TV. A plane crashed into the World Trade Center!”

Turning on the TV in a trailer is a bit of a trick. You have to turn it on, then turn a crank in the ceiling, adjusting the antenna until the picture comes in. The snow on the screen cleared and there was the WTC, smoke billowing from it. Terrorism was the furthest thought from anyone's mind. Some damn fool in a Cesna, probably.

My actress entered and sat in my chair. I went to work as we both kept one eye on the tv. Suddenly, I saw another plane flash across the screen. It appeared to fly behind the towers, but it didn’t come out on the other side. Smoke began to billow from the second tower.

We stopped working and watched in dawning horror.

One of my employees got on her cell phone and called a friend in New York. Her friend lived in an apartment overlooking the WTC. While the news people were still speculating, we were getting information first hand. “Commercial airliners,” she said.

I don’t know if it was minutes or longer that passed. The first tower fell. The actress, my friend of four years, began to cry. We hugged and watched as the second tower fell and reports came in that the Pentagon had been hit.

We got the word around 9:00 that morning that, for the first time in four years, our shoot day was canceled.

I felt rather disconnected while it was all happening. Just images on a small tv of events on the other side of the country. It took a couple of days and an article by Dave Barry before I cried.

I spent most of today replaying those couple of hours in my head. This afternoon, that actress called me. She had been thinking about me all day, and it’s funny, but I had been thinking about her. She sort of represents the emotional center of that day for me.

Hey Just Ducky, we are just like high school, but only the fun part.

So come on in, the water's fine!

(get it?? water?? ducky??)

*tee hee*

Thank you all. For letting me share, for sharing, for being here. This has been a rough day.

Dave, Judi - you are the best. America loves ya.


Got it! *tee hee hee* Thanks!

Just Ducky - many of us felt the same way upon initial deblurkage. We're glad you're here! Post often!

You all make me proud to be a bloglit.

Thanks to everyone for posting today.

Thanks, KDF! I feel like Sally Field at the Oscars when she accepted for Norma Rae. *Waves goodbye to all, then leaves, quacking and flapping wildly into the night*

JD, I spent the first week or so of posting here apologizing for various "transgressions."

Then Punkin Poo told us a little story, and I realized that I fit right in.



Thanks to all for making a tough day easier to bear.

*flaps back long enough to *snork* back at CH, then away again, wishing she knew Punkin Poo's little story*

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ... merely sayin' ...

sorry for posting that bad link at the top. here's the link to the page

"Sadly, more folks died on US freeways on 9-11 from drunken driving than died from the terrorist attack."

Global, I doubt that you will see this. But I'm curious: Can you back up that statement from your 6:30 pm post?

That day still brings sadness to my heart and I nor my family or my country will ever get over it for as long as I live it will be part of my soul. On that day I knew my life would be in danger for the rest of my time in the Army. Today I am back in Iraq for the 3rd time in my life trying to help the Iraqi police become a professional, honest force that cares more for its people and country then they do for themself's, I pray everday my sons dont have to follow me on this path no matter how proud that would make me feel I want this land and these hatefull people to find peace and love, but my own heart tells me that will never happen no matter what we do.

sending lots of love your way, and a heartfelt echo of your prayer.

I usually worked across the river from the towers, which were visible from our accountant's office. But that day I was stuck in Dallas, having been delayed by rain the night before at Newark airport, and thereby missing what was to have been my connecting flight to Albuquerque to start a week's vacation. My coworkers ran for that office as soon as they heard the news of the "accident" of the first plane. Then one pointed -- "There's another one." In those seconds before it hit, they knew.
On my end, I woke up and turned on the TV in my hotel room to see what the weather would be that day. I spent the next couple of hours calling family and friends, almost frantic about the fate of my coworkers since no one was answering the phone there (they had been sent home). Watching the news as the fate of the fourth plane unfolded, I wondered if it was only the beginning of the first modern war on our own soil.
The next day I found a rental, a red pickup truck, to drive to New Mexico. War or no war, damned if I was spending the rest of the week in the Dallas airport. Being from the NYC metro area, I was so touched by the outpouring of love and grieving -- the flags, the signs, the solidarity by everyone all the way out west. "If their point was to divide this country," I thought, "they don't understand Americans at all."
In the middle of my trip, I stopped in a tiny, beautiful chapel in Chamayo, NM, that is famed for healing. Though I am not even Christian, let alone Catholic, I settled myself into one of the old wooden pews and let the tears come, and found it a place to easily pray to my own God as those around me, with the same look I had, prayed to theirs. Though I would still have bouts of crying and anger, I felt more at peace from that moment on.
When I came back a week later, I too looked out the window. The cloud of dust was still visible, still huge. It looked as though it would be there forever.

One thought...

In Flanders Fields by John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

JDucky, I told you these people would welcome you!

Carlos, thank you for your service and from your mouth to God's ears...I pray that as well.

God Bless you and keep you and our men and women safe.

Oh, sh!t!

Kaf' ... one of my best friends would read "In Flanders Fields" every Memorial Day and Veterans Day during the formal Veterans' programs at the cemeteries ... I've never heard it done with more sincerity, feeling, or effectivness ... he's gone, now ... he died on the operating table, in for some "minor heart work" as he put it ... and now I read your post ... and now I'm weeping ... I did not weep yesterday ...

More catharsis ... tnx 4 that ...

Ah ... one good thing about copious lachrymositynessismness ... it sure helps clean out the allergens and other goobers ... my contacts should not bother me today ...

I had to do some poking around about the drunk driving numbers. According to the National Highway Transportation Administration - Fatality Analysis Reporting System, there were 80 fatal crashes on 9/11/01 involving 205 people, about half of which weren't even tested for alcohol.

It's an interesting website in which to poke-around.

My father's generation saved the world for democracy. I spent a year in Viet Nam hoping my son's generation would be safer for my efforts. I now look at my young grandsons and wonder if they will ever feel a sense of "safety" in their lifetimes.

Don -

I wonder the same thing ...

Ty, leetie, for checking the numbers. Ever notice how sometimes during a political rant, "facts" that may support the ranter's position will get thrown out as if they are true and then the ranter will quickly move on, hoping you didn't notice?

Kind of makes you question the ranter's reliability and integrity, doesn't it? It also shows a lack of respect for the reader, and the truth, imho.

(I didn't think the ranter him/herself would respond).

*zips in*

I'm glad it's September 12 and we're all still here. :)

*zips out*

"If their point was to divide this country," I thought, "they don't understand Americans at all."

Amen, Ryan.

Welcome, Just Ducky, from another Texan!

When I first read Global's tirade, I wondered how old is this youngster. When quoting the statistics of US highway deaths, I think we all knew that he was really reaching. Thanks, Leetie for the stats, ma'am ;-)
And to compare 9/11 to an orgy is wrong on so many levels. Of course, the obvious reason is that orgies can be fun. There is nothing fun about 9/11... thoughtful, compassionate, sentimental - yes, but fun - no.
My waterworks were off & on all day yesterday. By the time I got to the grocery store after work, my contact lenses were so blurry, I couldn't read the expiration date on the milk jug, gave up, & went on home!

I feel a little uncomfortable posting my thoughts here...I was in 6th grade on September 11th 2001, and all of you guys are so much older than me! Still, like you have all said, I remember that day perfectly.
My class had no idea what happened...the teachers were called out of their rooms and told, but we weren't informed. My bus got called home at lunch, and nobody had any idea why. I'll always remember...I was running back to the class to get my backpack, and all the other kids were cheering, because, hey, I got to go home early!
Our bus driver told us what happened, and a girl started crying because her dad was in New York on a business trip. I was also frightened, because I live in Pennsylvania, and my dad was working in the Shenksville area. My brother and I stayed at our neighbor's house all day, watching the news. I couldn't understand what was going on...For days afterward, I wondered: Is it ok to smile? Can I laugh at a joke? It was a very strange feeling...one I hope none of us has to endure again. I can't even begin to fathom what life is like for those who lost a loved one in the attacks. I can't ever feel sorry for myself when I know what those people go through every day.

In December of 2001, my family went on a trip to New York City. It was the first day that Ground Zero was open to visitors, but the line was so long; it went around several buildings. It was the coldest I can ever remember being, but we stood out there for a long time and waited.
I'll never forget looking at all the posters and missing signs...they were still up, months later. And there were so many of them. Pictures of people with their families and pets...It was warm in the building, but I felt very cold.
Still, five years later, it doesn't feel any less horrible. I watched the special with the firefighters...I had a lot of trouble going to sleep afterwards. I felt horrible in school yesterday...there was a tribute to all the victims on our school's television program, but hardly anyone in my classroom noticed. They were all talking happily with their backs turned to the tv...we also had a moment of silence, but of course, someone popped their gum and another girl giggled. I hope someday, these kids will realize what we lost on 9-11...but even more importantly, what we gained.
Thank you for your stories, everyone. Thank you, Dave, for what you wrote. After enduring high school all day (where not one teacher mentioned 9-11) it's good to know that there are people who still realize the significance of that day.

Very well said, Sam

Sam, those of us riding the geezer bus worry a lot about the future. Kids like you give us hope. Thanks for posting.

I love the humor columns and books but it is the serious columns that stick in my head and I quote to people. I don't know how one person can do both so well but I so appreciate Dave Barry.

Sam, I'm glad you shared your memories. Thank you.


please come back, and post again. :)

Sam, those of us riding the geezer bus worry a lot about the future.
This is a bus? They told me I was going on a cruise.

Sam - well put. No one at my company did a thing yesterday either. It was so emotional for me, I felt distanced from everyone else. The only ones paying attention to it were the networks, trying to score viewer points. I felt like they were hawking popcorn during a funeral service.

Awareness and perspective are not age issues, not even experience issues. They're about maturity. Awareness is the first step. Action is the second. Do it enough, and one way or another you become a leader. Good luck.

I'll never forget looking at all the posters and missing signs...they were still up, months later. And there were so many of them. Pictures of people with their families and pets...

Sam G.: thanks for your thoughts. The posters with the pictures, descriptions and keepsakes are one of my enduring memories of that time. We're in Brooklyn, way down by the Verrazano Bridge, but even in this neighborhood they were everywhere.

stevie: as one of the drivers I can tell you the Geezer Bus is leaving in 10 minutes. Just look for the one with the blinking left turn signal.

{{ Sam G }}
I'm guessing that your dad turned out okay, right?

For days afterward, I wondered: Is it ok to smile? Can I laugh at a joke? It was a very strange feeling ... one I hope none of us has to endure again.

Indulge me as I quote a rather long anecdote from our nation's history. I've posted it on this blog once before and it seems appropriate here for you, Sam:

In September 1862 Abraham Lincoln called a special session of his closest advisors. When they arrived, he was reading a book. At first he paid little attention to their entrance, then started to read aloud to them a piece by the humorist Artemus Ward entitled, "A High-Handed Outrage at Utica," which Lincoln found very funny. At the end he laughed heartily but no one joined in; the cabinet members sat in stony disapproval of the President's frivolity. Lincoln rebuked them: "Why don't you laugh? With the fearful strain that is upon me night and day, if I did not laugh I should die, and you need this medicine as much as I do."

Then turning to business, he told them that he had privately prepared "a little paper of much significance." It was the draft of the Emancipation Proclamation.

Please feel free to come back to this blog and post again.

*collects tickets from passengers on the Geezer Bus*

Well, I know I'm a couple days late but I still feel compelled to post here. I usually surf the blog at work when I am not slaving away in the dungeons of grad school lab so have only just read all your moving comments and stories today. Like some of you I have avoided all specials and news reports of that day, and have been moved to tears for the first time reading this. I was a sophomore in college 9/11, 2001. I had returned to the dorm from breakfast and some class or other when a friend IM's me to turn on the tv. What I saw first was some idiot had flown a plane into the World Trade Center. Not long after there were words floating around like 'intentional', 'terrorists'. Then the 2nd plane hit. The tower collapsed. I spent most of the day either in my room with the news or in a friend's room. I went to school in Massachusetts, so there was a large NY population. One of my best friend's father flew the Boston flight often for business trips. Fortunately, not that day. I also live in MD, so I was also consumed with thoughts of, do I know anyone working in or near the Pentagon? I would drive past NYC when traveling home, yet had never been. My first trip would be to the memorial sight 2 years later. I, too, remember the first time a plane flew by after. There was a flight path near the university and often a plane would be relatively close and really loud. I was jolted and nervous, then sickened that I had reacted that way to a simple airplane. But, not so simple anymore I suppose. To anyone who may read this now, thanks for hearing me out. I may have never said hello before now, but as a long time reader, I feel like I know many of you anyway.
One last note (this got long), I work for the army doing research so it's not hard for me to be constantly aware of all these men and women who serve our country. Thank you.

Thank you all for your support! It really helped me through a difficult day.
Annie Where-but-here, I printed out your comment and hung it on my closet door...it means a lot to me! And MOTW, yeah, my dad was fine. We were just pretty spooked because we had trouble getting a hold of him for awhile. Thanks for the little anecdote about Lincoln, too. I know that laughter is probably one of the few things that keeps us sane these days...That's why I visit this blog every day!
Wow...I think I jumped aboard the Geezer Bus a little too early. Somebody, push me off and tell me to go make bad decisions while I still have the time!

Sam G., you ARE wise beyond your years. Please continue to participate. We'll allow you to hitch a ride anytime. We'll even stop for you in other than a designated bus stop!!!

*shoves Sam off the bus after packing his backpack with a snack, a lunch, and a book of "no expiration date" Geezer Bus tickets to use whenever he feels like it*

Oh and of course, Cheez-Its®. And beer. :)

Thanks, chesbn. Come back to this blog anytime.

*blows a Mommy-kiss @ Sam G* Have a great day!

No amount of humor making can make up for the tripe and hate of Dave here. I shal never read another word of this monster.
Rex Culbertson

That was one of the saddest days in my memory. I too experienced anger and shock. Now I am angry and shocked that there are still so many unanswered questions. I found the descriptions of the planes to be most interesting. Red, White and Blue buses in the sky. The planes that day were gray with no apparent logo's.

I've seen a lot of articles, heard a lot of speeches and seen many a "Remember 9/11" ad or special on TV, but I think this column is far more touching and more meaningful than any of the above.

My second cousin was piloting a plane somewhere in the midwest when the news hit and he jumped up and secured his door, grabbed the axe they have in the cockpit to hack out in case they are trapped in a crash and screamed to his co-pilot-NOBODY COMES IN OR LEAVES, YOU GOTTA GO, DO IT IN YOUR PANTS. Got clearance to land in Omaha, I think, and did. Being men, of course they were able to hold it. Me, I think I would have had wet britches, as we say in SC.

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