... is the premise of my contribution to Backspaces.
I know I'm not the only one who has had the fantasy of averting this gruesome and irreversible event that plunged us into this frightening century. Rest in peace, victims of that event and its many aftermaths.
I know I'm not the only one who has had the fantasy of averting this gruesome and irreversible event that plunged us into this frightening century. Rest in peace, victims of that event and its many aftermaths.
A day that became a day like no other in my lifetime. Mrs. M called me at work and asked if I heard, what was I doing? Watching the news. I came home. We spent the rest of the day watching the news together.
ReplyDeleteRemembering all those who lost their life that day and the days since. Especially those of the FDNY.
Everyone remembers where they were that day. I was a thousand miles from home, on a training assignment, my wife called, told me to turn on the TV. Life hasn't been the same since.
ReplyDeleteYeah. Even those of us far removed from it alternated between doomwatching TV and going outside to stare at the plane-less sky for what seemed like weeks. Then of course, people started shooting Sikhs in my town for some dumb reason.
ReplyDeleteCome to think of it, was about that time I started changing certain of my views quite drastically when I was presented with enough cases of what extremism does when faced with hyped-up imaginary threats. I also imagined that the world had too a dozen years afterward, but boy, was I wrong. /: