It’s 9/11 again, and that day twenty-two years ago returns as clear as that crisp blue sky and brilliant orange ball of flame. My New York story is not the same as anyone else, but it’s not that different either. The clarity of it always surprises me, and I encourage myself to remember it in detail every year on its anniversary as if my memories give them all life once more – even if for just a moment.
I was in my office in the film Center bldg.. My business partner looking out of her apt window- saw the first plane hit and called me. I raced to my daughter's office on east 42nd st but of course they'd all left and I had no idea where she went or how to reach her. I raced up to a friend's home on upper west side and we sat outside and watched endless emergency vehicles speeding downtown...the rest of the day is a blur but I relive it each year.
Thank you for sharing your story. I think about those who saw Pearl Harbor unfold, and how telling your story marks history. I am glad to write mine down and read yours. C.
I was in my office in the film Center bldg.. My business partner looking out of her apt window- saw the first plane hit and called me. I raced to my daughter's office on east 42nd st but of course they'd all left and I had no idea where she went or how to reach her. I raced up to a friend's home on upper west side and we sat outside and watched endless emergency vehicles speeding downtown...the rest of the day is a blur but I relive it each year.
Thank you for sharing your story. I think about those who saw Pearl Harbor unfold, and how telling your story marks history. I am glad to write mine down and read yours. C.