On Waking Up

[in_the_blue]

A very loud fighter-jet flew low over my house just after 9:00 this morning. And through my barely-awake confusion, my very first thought was well, of course, it's September 11.

I was born in Manhattan. I grew up in and around NYC; I'm a transplant to the west. I went to the WTC site in November of 2001. Dust and smoke and solemn people, and crying people and laughing people, and tourists with street maps, and workers. New Yorkers who were taking their first daring steps back there still in shock. People going about their everyday business, but all in hushed voices and all respectful and polite. Typically brusque New Yorker behavior had no place there. Didn't want to get as close as I could because I felt like a voyeur but at the same time it was something I had to see.

The enormity of it was overwhelming; we walked away across the Brooklyn Bridge and looked at the gap in lower Manhattan. Empty.

Comments

[in-the-blue.livejournal.com]

I saw that documentary by the two brothers. It was unbelievable. There was some material in it that was so disturbing I had to turn it off and process and pick it up again later on. But it was honest and amazing, and yes, I did hear about the guide dog.

The 911 Commission still has a hell of a lot of explaining to do.

[erised1810.livejournal.com]

I know. Our commercial statiosn have fieldday when
there's disaster-footage like that but there was some other
powerful stuff too that just shows strength and unition and
willpower and whatnot.