Monday, September 11, 2006

No animals in this post

I haven't had a chance to read any blogs from my bloglines list today. In fact I haven't had any web surfing time today at all, but I know what today is.

I remember driving to work 5 years ago and listening to 94.5 the Buzz. I liked listening to the Buzz in the morning, because they didn't talk. It was a music station and they only played music in the morning. This morning, they were talking. They were talking about a plane that had flown into the World Trade Center. My first thought was that the plane was a Cessna, or some other small prop plane.

When I got to the office, we talked about it briefly and then checked the internet to see what was happening. Then we found out that it wasn't a Cessna at all. It was a 757. Then another plane hit the second tower and then the Pentagon and then Pennsylvania.

I called my parents and they were watching CNN. I didn't know what to tell them. I didn't know what the likelihood of an attack in Houston (lovely petrochemical targets). I reassured them that I would stay away from any tall buildings. I left at noon and came home and sat stunned in front of the news. It was terrifying. I remember going to bed and hearing jets overhead and getting quite freaked because there was not supposed to be any planes in the sky. I'm sure they were military planes, of course. The sound was similar to what I used to hear at home in Seletar Camp.

I remember being in New York City in July of 2001 with YS. We were grrls about town and had a wonderful holiday. We were there for the Fourth of July. The city was alive, and we were thrilled to be there.

I remember having lunch in a deli in the shadow of the twin towers in 1998 and filming in Tower Two for work and even from the observation deck. We didn't have a permit and we really just talked the guard into letting us in the building and letting us film and letting us go up to observation deck. It was a cloudy day. I was secretly a little scared to stand at the very edge of the glass. It all seems like a dream now.

In 2003, we went to visit dear friends GB and FB who moved from Singapore and were living in the Financial District. The community deck of their apartment building over looked Ground Zero. I remember staring at it trying to picture the place, the buildings, the grounds, the concrete, the deli, the street. I couldn't see it. I couldn't see any of it. The memory that I have of the World Trade Center and what I saw from the deck just didn't compute.

Today I wore my I heart NY t-shirt to show that I haven't forgotten. I don't think I ever will.


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