5 Years…
It’s been 5 years. I still remember pulling out onto the road, on my way to work. I remember that it was sunny and beautiful outside. I remember hearing on the radio that a plane had hit the towers, thinking Oh great, another wacko in a Cesna… Then I hear that it’s a jetliner, that it’s an attack.
I get to work, and the TV is on in the conference room. They’re watching the poor suiciders jumping from the buildings. I can’t take it, so I go to my desk. Those two memories, just pulling out onto the street and watching the suiciders, are the only two I have from that day. I don’t like having them in my head.
