Since its been 14 years since that tragedy.  :\'(

So I would like to hear your stories from that event. I was only 5 at the time, so obviously my memories from the event are a bit limited. But from what I do remember is a somewhat vivid.

I remember living in Brooklyn at the time and my elementary school going on lockdown that day. My mom, amongst a big crowd of parents, picked me up early that day and not understanding why. I remember we went to my aunts house nearby because she had cable and the connections from our tv at home were out, we had standard attena tv at the time. I remember watching the replays with my parents and siblings the rest of that day & my mom explaining to me what happened, even though at 5 I didn't fully understand what terrorism meant. I also vividly remember a pre 9/11 world, Summer of 2001 is a summer I get very nostalgic about along with Summer of 99 & 00. And I vividly remember the post 9/11 pride, heck I remember my kindergarten teacher having us draw American flags and Twin Towers to honor those that have died.

So being very young at the time, & of course learning more about the event as I got older, I would like to hear your guys memories from that time

I was stuck all afternoon (5 hours ahead in the UK) watching the unbelievable sad events live on BBC News. I could not believe what was happening.

In 2013 I visited Groundzone and was deeply sadden with the memory of the site.

Since, I cannot bear to watch the documentaries on television.

I was stuck all afternoon (5 hours ahead in the UK) watching the unbelievable sad events live on BBC News. I could not believe what was happening.

In 2013 I visited Groundzone and was deeply sadden with the memory of the site.

Since, I cannot bear to watch the documentaries on television.


Thats crazy! Do you remember how your country was affected?

I'm one of the last to be in elementary school when 9/11 happened and one of the last who could possibly have memories of it. From my perspective I didn't know how bad it affected the country because I was so young then and I couldn't get the grasp of politically/worldly events. However, I do have some vague images of what was going on. Here in Georgia school begins in August every year. So I was already adjusted in Kindergarten for about 4 full weeks before the tragic event happened. I remember being in class and the teachers were reacting like something bad was happening. I do remember my mom picking me up early because she had some family up in New York, and I have some vague memories of the tragic event being reported on the news with buildings showing a lot of smoke. It looked like a movie to me at the time, but again I was so young back then that I couldn't understand how much of an effect it impacted the country. One thing that really helps me know that 9/11 happened during my 1st semester of Kindergarten, is that those were the last days my dad had his old 1990? Geo Prism car right before he replaced it with a 2002 Ford Ranger truck in Christmas of 2001. I remember when it was brand new like yesterday. The day 9/11 happened my mom picked me up from school early I know my dad still had his old Geo Prism because he would come home from work with it. It's strange though how it feels like I've somewhat known about 9/11 for most of my life, but at the same time I don't remember learning about it in school at all.

Thats crazy! Do you remember how your country was affected?
Shocked is the keyword, I think public buildings went to shutdown. During the course of the day all planes were grounded, and as those planes fly over to come in to land at Heathrow the end of their flights, hearts were pounding.

I was 9. I saw it happen on tv after the first plane hit. When the towers fell, I remember my knees trembling. I had to go to sports that evening and was afraid planes would be here too.

I'm one of the last to be in elementary school when 9/11 happened and one of the last who could possibly have memories of it. From my perspective I didn't know how bad it affected the country because I was so young then and I couldn't get the grasp of politically/worldly events. However, I do have some vague images of what was going on. Here in Georgia school begins in August every year. So I was already adjusted in Kindergarten for about 4 full weeks before the tragic event happened. I remember being in class and the teachers were reacting like something bad was happening. I do remember my mom picking me up early because she had some family up in New York, and I have some vague memories of the tragic event being reported on the news with buildings showing a lot of smoke. It looked like a movie to me at the time, but again I was so young back then that I couldn't understand how much of an effect it impacted the country. One thing that really helps me know that 9/11 happened during my 1st semester of Kindergarten, is that those were the last days my dad had his old 1990? Geo Prism car right before he replaced it with a 2002 Ford Ranger truck in Christmas of 2001. I remember when it was brand new like yesterday. The day 9/11 happened my mom picked me up from school early I know my dad still had his old Geo Prism because he would come home from work with it. It's strange though how it feels like I've somewhat known about 9/11 for most of my life, but at the same time I don't remember learning about it in school at all.


Same I never really learned about it from school, the teachers would have discussions about it every year though.

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Shocked is the keyword, I think public buildings went to shutdown. During the course of the day all planes were grounded, and as those planes fly over to come in to land at Heathrow the end of their flights, hearts were pounding.


Yeah it must've been scary being an adult at the time when it happened. I've always wondered how different geopolitically the world would be like if 9/11 never occurred.

Same I never really learned about it from school, the teachers would have discussions about it every year though.


Every year my teachers kept reminding us of how bad 9/11 was and how the tragic event affected everybody, but it's the definition of 9/11 itself that I don't remember learning about.

I was 9. I saw it happen on tv after the first plane hit. When the towers fell, I remember my knees trembling. I had to go to sports that evening and was afraid planes would be here too.


Wait they made you go to a sports practice that same day!?  :o

I was 9. I saw it happen on tv after the first plane hit. When the towers fell, I remember my knees trembling. I had to go to sports that evening and was afraid planes would be here too.


What state did you live in when you had to go to sports practice?

Every year my teachers kept reminding us of how bad 9/11 was and how the tragic event affected everybody, but it's the definition of 9/11 itself that I don't remember learning about.


Yeah same here! I don't think I ever had to have been taught about 9/11. However I know my little cousins and nephews/nieces born in the 2000's have/are going to be taught about this

Yeah it must've been scary being an adult at the time when it happened. I've always wondered how different geopolitically the world would be like if 9/11 never occurred.
It is hard to imagine. When traveling around the US you cannot be helped to notice the increased security at the airports, with shoes/boots/belts to be taken off and no small sharp implements.

One thing I just noticed is that the Challenger Explosion took place in January of 1986, on 9/11 that was 15 years before the attacks. This same time next year we will be about the same distance time wise from the 9/11 attacks as 9/11 was to the Challenger Explosion...

It is hard to imagine. When traveling around the US you cannot be helped to notice the increased security at the airports, with shoes/boots/belts to be taken off and no small sharp implements.


That is true! I do vaguely remember going on a plane once in 1999 and the airport not being as amped up in security. Sometimes I wish I grew up more in the pre 9/11 world before this terrorism bull crap

What state did you live in when you had to go to sports practice?


Ah I live in Europe, so it was further away (still close enough though,  since I was fully aware that the West had been attacked). Did you all have special cancellings going on?

Ah I live in Europe, so it was further away (still close enough though,  since I was fully aware that the West had been attacked). Did you all have special cancellings going on?


Well from what I remember living in NY at the time, the school ended earlier that day and went on lockdown until our parents came to pick us up

I went to a sporting event the following day and there was an one minute silence held before the match started, after traveling 100+ miles to reach there and talking about in the car, we were still in shock.

A news report of "Paul McCartney Recalls 9/11 On Tarmac at New York's JFK Airport" of one story I recall back then

"Paul McCartney was on the tarmac at New York's JFK airport on the morning of Sept. 11, 2001. He was waiting to take off after a visit to the city.

“Out of the window on the right hand side of the airplane, you could see the Twin Towers. First there was a plume of smoke and then there was a second,” recalled McCartney. “I said that’s an optical illusion. It’s probably just some sort of little fire. Finally the steward came over to me and said, ‘Look, something serious has happened in New York and we’ve got to get you out of here.'”

They took McCartney off the plane first. “I don’t know why,” he said.

Unable to get back into Manhattan, he ended up on Long Island, in a hotel near the airport watching news footage of the terrorist attacks."

Another news report of an event I recall http://abcnews.go.com/Entertainment/story?id=102496

"Sarah, Duchess of York, is among those thanking their lucky stars they weren't in the World Trade Center as planned on Tuesday.

The former Sarah Ferguson, ex-wife of Britain's Prince Andrew, had an 8:45 a.m. meeting scheduled that day for her Chances for Children charity, which was based at the World Trade Center, but was running late, reports columnist Cindy Adams.

Her staffers were gathered downstairs in the lobby to greet the duchess and escort her upstairs. Just seconds after the first plane hit, Sarah's car arrived at the door. After whisking her employees into her limo, she sped off to safety, Adams reports.

The charity's offices were on the 101st floor, according to wire service reports, although it's not clear which tower they were located in.

"The Duchess of York is desperately upset for everyone involved in this terrible tragedy," said her spokesman. "It is unbelievable, she was just a few minutes away when the explosion took place."

Meanwhile, Prince Andrew was flying to America when he heard the news of the terrorist acts in New York.

The prince had boarded a British Airways flight to Atlanta and was halfway across the Atlantic when the plane was ordered to turn around and return to Britain."

Remember hearing about it for a few weeks, then life went back to business as usual. The planes hitting the tower was a shock as I had never seen such destruction in the west at the time. That was until I learned about the '93 WTC bombings, the Lockerbie disaster, Air india bombings, Ethiopian airlines hijacking, and whole slew of other terrorist attacks before and after 9/11 and have realized that September 11th was a terrorist attack in a long line of terrorist attacks over the past 30 years. Undoubtedly the worst, but still had enough warning and it frustrates me how terrorists got through cockpit doors after numerous previous cases evidenced that locks should've been in place ages ago, not to mention the being WTC bombed... twice. It was a terrible event and my heart goes out to the victims and their families, but it's really sad that it took such and event for  the FAA and the forces(not including the wot) to revise security after decades of warnings, foreshadowing and complaints. One things for sure, I'm glad the Paul Martin made the right decision and stayed out of iraq when Bush went all trigger happy on the "terrorists" .

I was nearly 10 and I got home from school (5 hours ahead of New York) to find that my mum had the TV on, which was very unusual so I knew she must have been watching something important. Apparently she found out about it when my dad phoned her from work. I didn't pay much attention to the early reports, as I had never heard of the WTC and didn't really know what terrorism was. I think I was even slightly annoyed that it was the only news story!

Our teachers didn't tell us about the events during the afternoon, but I remember my class sitting in a circle a few weeks later and our teacher discussing it with us.

I don't really remember the attacks at all. I learned about 9/11 when Osama Bin Laden was killed in 2011. But besides that, I was only a year and eight months old (I was born in December 1999) when it happened. I didn't even start remembering stuff until 2002.

Ocarina, I was in a vocational program I believe the address in Manhattan was 229 W.28th Street (I don't know how far that was from World Trade Center) but we were all sitting in our workroom till the teacher had said to all of us "The World Trade Center has collapsed" and we were all in such shock most of us were either scared or most of them just cried, some of us were panicky, we all tried to form a straight line for all of us to go home and for me, it took a couple of hours to get home in one piece, thankfully. My Parents were worried and so was I. Maybe it was just weird that they had sent me to a vocational program in Manhattan.

I was still asleep in bed when the planes hit the towers, since it was before 6 AM in California.  At some point when I had come down for breakfast, my sister casually told me that the Twin Towers had been taken down.  Not knowing any of the geopolitical context behind the attacks, and having already grown familiar with the idea of city destruction from general kids media, the first thing that came to my mind was "the Empire State Building is the tallest skyscraper in New York again." (I was fascinated by skyscrapers at one point in my life, and even had a book about them) For the rest of the school year, I remember 9/11-related stuff being on non-kids television everywhere I looked, and our class had to sing God Bless the USA as part of a talent show.

I remember coming home from school and hearing about what had happened!! :\'( :\'( :\'(  I saw the evening coverage of the buildings collapsing, and I was shocked, horrified, and saddened by the attacks on the twin towers! :\'(  At first I didn't know what to think due to me being 5 1/2, then my grandparents and teachers at school taught us what the tragedy meant as a whole. I still felt a bit innocent after the attack. But I can still safely say that apart of my innocence was indeed lost after seeing that.

I remember coming home from school and hearing about what had happened!! :\'( :\'( :\'(  I saw the evening coverage of the buildings collapsing, and I was shocked, horrified, and saddened by the attacks on the twin towers! :\'(  At first I didn't know what to think due to me being 5 1/2, then my grandparents and teachers at school taught us what the tragedy meant as a whole. I still felt a bit innocent after the attack. But I can still safely say that apart of my innocence was indeed lost after seeing that.


Yeah while the post 9/11 world had its times that were pretty bad, I still think enjoyed my childhood. Heck I don't really think I lost all of my childhood innocence until I saw my first porn magazine when I was 12. But I will admit, 9/11 did make me much more respectful of life and how we need to make the best out of it

Even though it's been fourteen years, I still remember it like it was yesterday.

It was already a changeful enough time in my life as it was, because I had literally just started my freshman year of high school a few weeks earlier. My first class of the day ended at 8:50 that morning, which was just a few minutes after AA Flight 11 hit the North Tower. I went to my locker and talked to my friends, totally oblivious to my what was going on. At just before 9 AM, I walked into my Language Arts class and the teacher had the TV set turned to CNN. We asked what was going on, and at that time, before the second plane hit, she just assumed that it was some kind of tragic accident and told us that. Not thinking much else about it, she flipped the television off probably no more than a minute before the second tower was struck. Because of that, I went through that whole class, still not really aware of the magnitude of the attack. When I got out of 2nd period at about 9:50 AM, students were buzzing in the hallways about the World Trade Center being hit, the Pentagon being hit, and all kinds of rumors about the White House and Capitol being destroyed. I walked into my next class at almost exactly 10 AM, literally just as the South Tower of the WTC was collapsing to the ground right in front of me on my history teacher's television screen. It is still to this day the most incredible thing I have ever seen.

The rest of the day after that is kind of a blur. I remember kids in the lunchroom whispering about the country being at war, invading the middle east, etc., and I was worried because, at 14-year-old, I was thinking about whether or not I could actually be drafted into the military when I turned 18 if the draft was brought back, which is what some kids were saying might happen. I remember my algebra teacher in last period watching the television with the set turned towards his desk so only he could see, and being angry because I felt like I had a right to know what was happening.

One thing that's still struck with me after all these years is, after I got back to my house that afternoon, turning on the TV and seeing every single channel (including MTV and ESPN) showing news coverage, or, in the cases of some channels like HGTV, just cancelling their programming altogether and putting up messages of condolences on the screen. I think it was then that the magnitude of what had happened really hit me.

I also remember the one year anniversary commemoration on September 11, 2002, when all us students went to school wearing red, white and blue, and put up custom made tributes in the hallways.

Carlos was at work. His youngest daughter (who was around 14 I think at the time) was visiting with us. There was an article that was in our local paper that I thought she would be interested in. I also thought it would be a good reading lesson for her (she was home schooled). I had her read it aloud. As she was reading it, the phone rang. It was a friend of mine who told me that we were under attack. She said the WTC & the Pentagon were hit. Then she asked, "Can I come over?"

When I put the phone down, I said to my step-daughter, "Come on. Sh!t's happening" and we went into the living room and turned on the t.v. My friend came over and the three of us pretty much were glued to the t.v. for the rest of the day. Well, the two of them went to pick up a pizza for lunch. When we turned on the t.v. the first tower was already down. I went into the other room to use the phone when my step-daughter said that the second tower collapsed. It really was like watching some disaster movie. I kept thinking, this really can't be happening.

I called my mother. She was watching a movie and didn't hear about it. She asked me what channel. I said, "All of them!" I was especially worried about my father & my step-son because they lived in D.C. I told my step-daughter to call her brother. She couldn't get through. I tried to call my dad and couldn't get through. All calls going in & out of D.C. were pretty much stopped-or it could have been the the lines were overloaded.

We were able to reach my step-son about 6 that evening. I asked him to call my dad to tell him that I have been trying to reach him. A short time later, my dad called me. I breathed a sigh of relief. 

The next day when I saw my friend, she said something to the effect, "I know today is pretty much like every other day but yet today is different." She was right.

What was really weird, even though all planes were grounded, we had MORE air traffic than usual-actually it was A LOT of air traffic. It was the Air National Guard. I heard many people say that it was eerie not having the air traffic but for us it was scary because they were military air craft.

A few days later, they had a nation-wide candle vigil. We went outside with a lit candle. We looked down the street and saw others standing on the sidewalk with their candles. Not ALL our neighbors participated but almost all of them.

On the one year anniversary, our newspaper listed all the names of the casualties. I sat at the table and READ each name. I did not skim over them. That was my way of honoring those lost.


Last night, MSNBC played their news coverage of it AS IT HAPPENED. It wasn't a documentary-just raw footage that they showed on that tragic day. Even though it was late and I knew how it ended, I still couldn't stop watching it.


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As horrible as this sounds, I wish I could remember it. It happened 6 days before my 4th birthday and I was in preschool by then. It's weird though cuz I remember my 4th bday party but not 9/11 and they both happened the same month.

As horrible as this sounds, I wish I could remember it. It happened 6 days before my 4th birthday and I was in preschool by then. It's weird though cuz I remember my 4th bday party but not 9/11 and they both happened the same month.



No, that doesn't sound weird. To a 4 year old, a birthday party is the most important thing in the world. It could also be that your parents was trying to shield you for the horrors of that day. A lot of parents did that.



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Ironically, I was in US History class the moment I got word the pincipal over the PA announced how "America is under attack". Despite that, we soldiered on in school and only had a half-hour delay the next morning despite being just 35 miles from the Pentagon. It also led me to understand how religion matters, and that penance followed by prayer and belief can make yourself overcome all of the tragedies and provide hope for a better, more promised land. It brought a shift from the liberal '90s into a somewhat more conservative tone until Obama was elected in which he has made the '10s another liberal decade.

On these boards itself, the day after the attacks, one poster lamented fear that the attack may have trigged the start of WWIII. I sort of felt that way too, since there were a total of four hijackings, and knowing hat Congress could be declaring war at any moment. The feeling didn't start to die off until around the time the Christmas holidays were approaching, and even then it had a bittersweet feeling. 

http://www.inthe00s.com/archive/inthe90s/bbs1/webBBS_1512.shtml

This thread a few days later is a good unofficial benchmark that already makes you appreciate how different the '90s were and how the innocence that preceded has faded away:
http://www.inthe00s.com/archive/inthe90s/bbs1/webBBS_1526.shtml

As Hairspray said on that day over on the '80s board, "I'm crying. My prayers and thoughts go out."

This thread is a must-read: http://www.inthe00s.com/archive/inthe80s/bbs20/webBBS_20602.shtml

It was just a day that will never be forgotten in history, a lot of people were screaming and crying and just wanted to get home in one piece to their families.

Today marks The 17th anniversary of 9/11, It's hard to believe that it's been this long, anyone have memories of where they were that day?

I was living with my parents then. That morning I was asleep and when I woke up my mother was in her bedroom with the TV on. That's where I saw everything happening as it happened. I remember feeling scared and total shock. And angry. That week five days later, I couldn't even enjoy my birthday. It was awful. I tried to have fun but it was so hard.  :\'(

Today marks The 17th anniversary of 9/11, It's hard to believe that it's been this long, anyone have memories of where they were that day?
:\'( :\'( :\'(

I was living with my parents then. That morning I was asleep and when I woke up my mother was in her bedroom with the TV on. That's where I saw everything happening as it happened. I remember feeling scared and total shock. And angry. That week five days later, I couldn't even enjoy my birthday. It was awful. I tried to have fun but it was so hard.  :\'(


I had attended a vocational program in the city but this program was on W.28th street.

Today marks The 17th anniversary of 9/11, It's hard to believe that it's been this long,

I know, time flies! And it was also a Tuesday, just like today.



anyone have memories of where they were that day?

Plenty of them. I was supposed to have my 1pm class at Cal State Northridge but ended up not going because they were evacuating the campus. That gave me extra time to work on an assignment that was supposed to be due that day.

I found out about the attacks after I woke up, went downstairs and saw that my mom had the tv on.

Today marks The 17th anniversary of 9/11, It's hard to believe that it's been this long, anyone have memories of where they were that day?
9/11 is pretty much a national holiday at this point. The fact the media covers it every year says a lot about how it impacted many Americans especially New Yorkers. I was just watching a youtuber who was born in 2005 give his thoughts on 9/11. It made me think "dang I'm only 22 and witness so many historical events in my lifetime." There's a reason why some people say 96 borns are the oldest gen zers because we had so many historical events happened during our delvopmental years.

Today marks The 17th anniversary of 9/11, It's hard to believe that it's been this long, anyone have memories of where they were that day?
Our visit to Groundzero back in 2013 was a very moving experience.

Our visit to Groundzero back in 2013 was a very moving experience.


Do you plan on visiting it again someday?

Do you plan on visiting it again someday?
Yes, the main museum has now opened, is was being built when we were there.

9/11 is pretty much a national holiday at this point. The fact the media covers it every year says a lot about how it impacted many Americans especially New Yorkers. I was just watching a youtuber who was born in 2005 give his thoughts on 9/11. It made me think "dang I'm only 22 and witness so many historical events in my lifetime." There's a reason why some people say 96 borns are the oldest gen zers because we had so many historical events happened during our delvopmental years.


Do you remember the attacks by any chance? You mentioned you used to live in Queens during the early 2000s.

Do you remember the attacks by any chance? You mentioned you used to live in Queens during the early 2000s.


Was in 8th grade I remember watching it on tv in class as it happened

The Entire Today Show Coverage of this historical day. It begins at 7AM, which was just another morning in Post Cold War prosperous United States of America. The day ended as being one of the most pivotal changes in the history of humankind, let alone this great nation.


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17 years later, this day still haunts me & millions of other Americans :\'(.

Was in 8th grade I remember watching it on tv in class as it happened


Do you remember leaving school early that day? I remember my mom picking me up early & being pretty surprised about it.

Do you remember leaving school early that day? I remember my mom picking me up early & being pretty surprised about it.


I didn't leave school, I remember a few people being dismissed , the second plane hit when I went to my next class

That next day, FLAGS everywhere, in Walgreens, the Mall, Everything had flags everywhere

One thing I just noticed is that the Challenger Explosion took place in January of 1986, on 9/11 that was 15 years before the attacks. This same time next year we will be about the same distance time wise from the 9/11 attacks as 9/11 was to the Challenger Explosion...


9/11 is now closer in time to the tragedy of the Challenger Explosion, than today :o.

I didn't leave school, I remember a few people being dismissed , the second plane hit when I went to my next class

That next day, FLAGS everywhere, in Walgreens, the Mall, Everything had flags everywhere


I see. I was in elementary school at the time, so I was in the same class as I was all morning when my mom picked me up. I remember there being a huge swarm of parents picking up their kids that day, that definitely was alarming to 5 y/o me.

Also, yeah I vividly remember the post 9/11 patriotism like it was yesterday. Everywhere I went for much of 2001 & 2002 had American flag. 'Freedom Fries' were a thing (for like a year ;D). I also remember many of these commercials/PSAs that dealt with the aftermath of the attacks:

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I see. I was in elementary school at the time, so I was in the same class as I was all morning when my mom picked me up. I remember there being a huge swarm of parents picking up their kids that day, that definitely was alarming to 5 y/o me.

Also, yeah I vividly remember the post 9/11 patriotism like it was yesterday. Everywhere I went for much of 2001 & 2002 had American flag. 'Freedom Fries' were a thing (for like a year ;D). I also remember many of these commercials/PSAs that dealt with the aftermath of the attacks:

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I'm not sure if you would believe me, but I can also recall seeing a lot of American flags in 2001/2002 even if they were vague.

The Entire Today Show Coverage of this historical day. It begins at 7AM, which was just another morning in Post Cold War prosperous United States of America. The day ended as being one of the most pivotal changes in the history of humankind, let alone this great nation.


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17 years later, this day still haunts me & millions of other Americans :\'(.




I get chills everytime I see the Twin Towers collapsing. :(

I was a week or two in my 6th grade year and My teacher told me & my classmates that we were going home early because of an emergency.

I was turning 4 that following weekend then, and was living in Los Angeles at the time. I don't have any recollection of that day. Rest in peace to all of those who perished and my heart goes out to all of their beloved family and friends that they left behind.

Interesting video about Stuyvesant High School students at the time of the attacks:

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There's going to be an HBO documentary about this, in case you guys are interested.

Interesting video about Stuyvesant High School students at the time of the attacks:

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There's going to be an HBO documentary about this, in case you guys are interested.
Even to this day I cannot watch any documentaries on the attacks.

It's hard to believe it's been 18 years already but I remember I was in a program in Manhattan and I believe it was far away from where the collapse was, 229 W.28th Street.

I remember it vividly.  It was a workday Tuesday, like any other.  My (Chicagoland) workplace had a big cafeteria room with a large TV in the corner of the seating area airing CNN.  I was in line buying my typical muffin and coffee, and I glanced up to see the WTC on fire from the first plane, and a small crowd was watching.  I paid, stepped out of line and turned my attention to the TV.  At that point the CNN commentators were speculating on what kind of "accident" this must have been.  As I was staring at this spectacle, I watched the second plane hit and immediately the commentators' tones changed to speculation of terrorism.  Not knowing what was coming, I shook my head sadly and resolved to try (anyway) and get some work done.  As I went upstairs to my small office area, I told my coworker what I saw on TV before getting to work for the morning.  And I worked.  After an hour or so, my coworker called out to me - she had an ashen look on her face.  She told me "the Pentagon got hit.  Another plane crashed in Pennsylvania.  And the South tower came down."  Which changed everything.  I immediately returned to the cafeteria - this time filled to the rafters with colleagues.  I watched CNN coverage there for a short while, but I was now petrified - I didn't know who they were, how many there were, if they were "finished", who they were targeting - I just quickly bolted and went home.  I listened to news radio all the way home (nonstop coverage) and turned on CNN once I walked in my door - I was a stunned mess, I laid practically in a fetal position the whole time.  I did nothing but watch CNN all day.  For the first time in my 40-something life, I felt like I was undergoing a geo-political attack.

My brother in law was a middle school teacher in Manhattan, only about a mile from Ground Zero.  He had the wonderful task of keeping his class of middle schoolers calm and together while this was occurring.  On top of that, the soot from the WTC collapse covered his and everyone else's car in the area, making things a mess.  What's worse is he was stuck in Manhattan overnight as the tunnels and bridges were out (fortunately a teacher pal helped him out).  That was our one big concern.

Simultaneously, my sister in law was on an overseas trip with my niece and nephew, and they were scheduled to come home on 9/11.  With all the planes being grounded, it wasn't gonna happen.  Fortunately they were with family who could accommodate them a few more days.  It seems like it took about an extra week for them to finally have the chance to return home.

Other than all of that, it was just a Tuesday...

I was 4 years old, I remember being with my father. We lived in CA at the time. We were watching the news while I was eating breakfast I still remember eating pancakes and my dad was looking at the tv non stop while talking on the phone with my mom who was on her way to work. My dad kept sayin “Oh my” ...Because of the time difference all schools were closed here in CA. I watched the secons plane hit and I remember seeing the first building on fire with tons of smoke. Idk why but that image has always stuck with me. The memory seems like a very long time ago now but I remember it well.

18 years later I am now 22 and can pretty much comprehend it all pretty well. We talked about it in my Psych Stats class and a lot of people didn’t remember it. Only ones who raised their hands when my professor asked was me and a few others who were around my age or older. That blows my mind.

I was in the library in middle school and watched the events unfold on television. I think that's the first time our library ever had the TV on.

Interesting documentary of the 24 hours prior to the attacks:


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Also, for some weird reason, but this documentary just evokes some massive childhood memories for me. Being in Kindergarten at the time, I was optimistic, young, and free. Watching ABC's One Saturday Morning and Kids WB (on PIX 11, in which I vividly remember when the station used an image of the Twin Towers as a fancy '11' in PIX), eating gushers and baby bottle pops, playing my Crash Team Racing with my siblings on PS1, going to the community pool with the day camp I was apart of (and the school trips all across the 'Tri State' area we used to go on. Fun Time America, anyone? 8)), and yes even vague memories of seeing the Twin Towers back then.

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It's crazy to think about how different the world was back then, and how I have vivid memories of my life as a young child around that time :o.

I still cannot bear to watch the documentaries on this subject on television.

Interesting documentary of the 24 hours prior to the attacks:


MOzV_U6NFB0


Also, for some weird reason, but this documentary just evokes some massive childhood memories for me. Being in Kindergarten at the time, I was optimistic, young, and free. Watching ABC's One Saturday Morning and Kids WB (on PIX 11, in which I vividly remember when the station used an image of the Twin Towers as a fancy '11' in PIX), eating gushers and baby bottle pops, playing my Crash Team Racing with my siblings on PS1, going to the community pool with the day camp I was apart of (and the school trips all across the 'Tri State' area we used to go on. Fun Time America, anyone? 8)), and yes even vague memories of seeing the Twin Towers back then.

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It's crazy to think about how different the world was back then, and how I have vivid memories of my life as a young child around that time :o.


I saw that and it was pretty good, it's crazy to think that things were so quiet up until that day.

I remember it vividly.  It was a workday Tuesday, like any other.  My (Chicagoland) workplace had a big cafeteria room with a large TV in the corner of the seating area airing CNN.  I was in line buying my typical muffin and coffee, and I glanced up to see the WTC on fire from the first plane, and a small crowd was watching.  I paid, stepped out of line and turned my attention to the TV.  At that point the CNN commentators were speculating on what kind of "accident" this must have been.  As I was staring at this spectacle, I watched the second plane hit and immediately the commentators' tones changed to speculation of terrorism.  Not knowing what was coming, I shook my head sadly and resolved to try (anyway) and get some work done.  As I went upstairs to my small office area, I told my coworker what I saw on TV before getting to work for the morning.  And I worked.  After an hour or so, my coworker called out to me - she had an ashen look on her face.  She told me "the Pentagon got hit.  Another plane crashed in Pennsylvania.  And the South tower came down."  Which changed everything.  I immediately returned to the cafeteria - this time filled to the rafters with colleagues.  I watched CNN coverage there for a short while, but I was now petrified - I didn't know who they were, how many there were, if they were "finished", who they were targeting - I just quickly bolted and went home.  I listened to news radio all the way home (nonstop coverage) and turned on CNN once I walked in my door - I was a stunned mess, I laid practically in a fetal position the whole time.  I did nothing but watch CNN all day.  For the first time in my 40-something life, I felt like I was undergoing a geo-political attack.

My brother in law was a middle school teacher in Manhattan, only about a mile from Ground Zero.  He had the wonderful task of keeping his class of middle schoolers calm and together while this was occurring.  On top of that, the soot from the WTC collapse covered his and everyone else's car in the area, making things a mess.  What's worse is he was stuck in Manhattan overnight as the tunnels and bridges were out (fortunately a teacher pal helped him out).  That was our one big concern.

Simultaneously, my sister in law was on an overseas trip with my niece and nephew, and they were scheduled to come home on 9/11.  With all the planes being grounded, it wasn't gonna happen.  Fortunately they were with family who could accommodate them a few more days.  It seems like it took about an extra week for them to finally have the chance to return home.

Other than all of that, it was just a Tuesday...


I'm watching some retrospective shows today on the History channel.  Taking me right back to the horror...

I have an on-line friend who was in one of the towers on that fateful day. She wrote this a few years ago:


Fifteen Years Later
Floors don’t move as often anymore. In the months and years after American Airlines 11 kicked the floor out from under my feet as I carried my breakfast from the Port Authority cafeteria on 43 in One World Trade Center, the sensation of loss of that most basic sense of stability—the firmness of the ground beneath the soles of one’s shoes—played over and over. It most often happened in a crowded place, such as a mall or a transportation hub, and in time became so common that I would glance around to see if anyone else noticed the floor moving, and seeing that they did not, went back to whatever occupied me at the moment. It occurs rarely now. Perhaps it’s become such a part of me that it’s been relegated to the subconscious. Or maybe I no longer operate under the expectation of stability.
Other PTSD symptoms subsided. That first year, I woke several nights a week to the roaring sound of the towers collapsing inside my head. This too faded. It puzzles me every year, watching the videos of the towers falling on TV, that they collapse with only a dull rumble. In reality, it was the sound of ten freight trains in ten thunderstorms, cracking through my bones to the marrow. At times, the PTSD still pops up. Three or four years ago, while working in a Jersey City office awaiting rehoming at the new WTC complex, I looked out the window and saw jumpers falling from the still-under-construction One World Trade Center. I blinked and they were gone. It’s still 8:46 a.m. every day at some point, but it passes and it’s manageable, most of the time.
As the anniversary approaches, I’ll see the eyes of the young man in the wheelchair that locked with mine as I passed him parked in the stairwell waiting for help that I later learned never came and feel the same guilt I feel remembering watching the jumpers, knowing they were as alive as I but that in seconds they’d be dead. I’ll feel the sensation I carry in my psyche that hundreds of souls five hundred feet over my head went through some sort of yawning gateway at the moment of impact. I sensed their departure, though I didn’t know at the moment exactly what happened, only that something terrible had come to call and that my life might be at its terminal point. I ran, and I survived. I am here, but one foot is on the other side. The portal never completely closed.
A few weeks after the attacks, I learned that a woman who called herself a psychic healer offered a free session to survivors. I went to see her and told her my story, as she watched the colors of my aura. She asked a few questions, the most significant being, “What do you think about the people who did this?” My answer: “We don’t understand them, and they don’t understand us.”
The healer assured me my aura showed no anger and that the event was a catalyst for me to do what I had come here to do. And what is that, exactly? I still search for the answer.
In the intervening years, I earned several promotions, raised a daughter to adulthood, lost family members, lost friends, recovered old friends, moved, retired, took a new job. The world went on. Of the changes since September 11, what came to bother me most was that nobody seemed to get what happened at the World Trade Center. It was a place where people of all races, religions, backgrounds, orientations, got along on a day-to-day basis. We learned one another’s ways, and we respected one another, at the least. Friendships developed, and sometimes love even bloomed. On the day of the attacks, my Muslim, Jewish, Christian, Buddhist, Pagan, Atheist, black, white, gay, straight coworkers ran for their lives just as I did.
That place was destroyed by people who saw us as a Them, a nameless, faceless blob of something they decided they hated, and in response, some of us have turned into who they were, seeing others as Them.
We identify our Thems by religion, by race, by sexual orientation, by whatever our flawed minds find as a reason to turn someone into an Other, a Less-Than, a Not-As-Human-As-We-Are. But they are as human as we are, and we are all caught in this cycle. Is there a way out?
I believe one path is setting aside the focus on our differences and identifying our commonalities. It’s not an original idea, but I think it’s a worthy one. We have different skin, but we all have skin. We wear different clothing, but we all dress expressing who we are. Some of us pray differently from one another, and some of us don’t pray at all, but we can understand that another worldview does not preclude anyone from holding the same desire to make the world better, to stop the hate. We can seek others of like mind beyond the superficial disparities.
It takes risk, but it's been done before, in the offices of the buildings that once stood in lower Manhattan before September 11, 2001, and it is that way in pockets of places all over the world. If we open our eyes, we will see them. There has to be a way to learn to share the planet without getting the floor kicked out from under our feet.
That’s maybe why I’m here, to keep yelling into the grit-laden cloud of hatred and separation to stop, stop, this is what destroys us, this is what makes us so much less than what we should be, to keep saying it until the day the rest of me steps through that portal.



Cat

I have an on-line friend who was in one of the towers on that fateful day. She wrote this a few years ago:


Fifteen Years Later
Floors don’t move as often anymore. In the months and years after American Airlines 11 kicked the floor out from under my feet as I carried my breakfast from the Port Authority cafeteria on 43 in One World Trade Center, the sensation of loss of that most basic sense of stability—the firmness of the ground beneath the soles of one’s shoes—played over and over. It most often happened in a crowded place, such as a mall or a transportation hub, and in time became so common that I would glance around to see if anyone else noticed the floor moving, and seeing that they did not, went back to whatever occupied me at the moment. It occurs rarely now. Perhaps it’s become such a part of me that it’s been relegated to the subconscious. Or maybe I no longer operate under the expectation of stability.
Other PTSD symptoms subsided. That first year, I woke several nights a week to the roaring sound of the towers collapsing inside my head. This too faded. It puzzles me every year, watching the videos of the towers falling on TV, that they collapse with only a dull rumble. In reality, it was the sound of ten freight trains in ten thunderstorms, cracking through my bones to the marrow. At times, the PTSD still pops up. Three or four years ago, while working in a Jersey City office awaiting rehoming at the new WTC complex, I looked out the window and saw jumpers falling from the still-under-construction One World Trade Center. I blinked and they were gone. It’s still 8:46 a.m. every day at some point, but it passes and it’s manageable, most of the time.
As the anniversary approaches, I’ll see the eyes of the young man in the wheelchair that locked with mine as I passed him parked in the stairwell waiting for help that I later learned never came and feel the same guilt I feel remembering watching the jumpers, knowing they were as alive as I but that in seconds they’d be dead. I’ll feel the sensation I carry in my psyche that hundreds of souls five hundred feet over my head went through some sort of yawning gateway at the moment of impact. I sensed their departure, though I didn’t know at the moment exactly what happened, only that something terrible had come to call and that my life might be at its terminal point. I ran, and I survived. I am here, but one foot is on the other side. The portal never completely closed.
A few weeks after the attacks, I learned that a woman who called herself a psychic healer offered a free session to survivors. I went to see her and told her my story, as she watched the colors of my aura. She asked a few questions, the most significant being, “What do you think about the people who did this?” My answer: “We don’t understand them, and they don’t understand us.”
The healer assured me my aura showed no anger and that the event was a catalyst for me to do what I had come here to do. And what is that, exactly? I still search for the answer.
In the intervening years, I earned several promotions, raised a daughter to adulthood, lost family members, lost friends, recovered old friends, moved, retired, took a new job. The world went on. Of the changes since September 11, what came to bother me most was that nobody seemed to get what happened at the World Trade Center. It was a place where people of all races, religions, backgrounds, orientations, got along on a day-to-day basis. We learned one another’s ways, and we respected one another, at the least. Friendships developed, and sometimes love even bloomed. On the day of the attacks, my Muslim, Jewish, Christian, Buddhist, Pagan, Atheist, black, white, gay, straight coworkers ran for their lives just as I did.
That place was destroyed by people who saw us as a Them, a nameless, faceless blob of something they decided they hated, and in response, some of us have turned into who they were, seeing others as Them.
We identify our Thems by religion, by race, by sexual orientation, by whatever our flawed minds find as a reason to turn someone into an Other, a Less-Than, a Not-As-Human-As-We-Are. But they are as human as we are, and we are all caught in this cycle. Is there a way out?
I believe one path is setting aside the focus on our differences and identifying our commonalities. It’s not an original idea, but I think it’s a worthy one. We have different skin, but we all have skin. We wear different clothing, but we all dress expressing who we are. Some of us pray differently from one another, and some of us don’t pray at all, but we can understand that another worldview does not preclude anyone from holding the same desire to make the world better, to stop the hate. We can seek others of like mind beyond the superficial disparities.
It takes risk, but it's been done before, in the offices of the buildings that once stood in lower Manhattan before September 11, 2001, and it is that way in pockets of places all over the world. If we open our eyes, we will see them. There has to be a way to learn to share the planet without getting the floor kicked out from under our feet.
That’s maybe why I’m here, to keep yelling into the grit-laden cloud of hatred and separation to stop, stop, this is what destroys us, this is what makes us so much less than what we should be, to keep saying it until the day the rest of me steps through that portal.



Cat


WOW.  Just WOW  :o  :o  :o

WOW.  Just WOW  :o  :o  :o


Exactly. I sent her a message today telling her that I am thinking about her.


Cat

I still cannot bear to watch the documentaries on this subject on television.


Same here.

I was at work at the same place as I am now. One of my coworkers who listens to his radio everyday said one of the towers fell. Then a little later he said the other one fell. I could only imagine it was something like War of the Worlds going on. Tried looking up news online, we had an ISDN line which was blazing fast, and nothing worked. As the day went on I heard that gasoline was going to be cut off. I filled the tank on the way home after waiting for a line of about 10 cars. The next day going to work was eerily quiet. I saw one car in my 25 mile drive to work and it was a Honda Insight which strengthened what I was hearing. Things normalized throughout the day. Then I was counting the days until I was too old for the draft because I was afraid of war. But in reality with my health problems I’d have been no good for that anyway.

I remember when I was in the city going to my program on W.23rd Street and when someone said to the guys and girls in the program that the Twin Towers had collapsed we were all stunned, it was just chaos trying to get home from the train to the bus that day.  :\'(

Hard to believe that next year will be the 20th anniversary of it. :\'( :o

I remember when I was in the city going to my program on W.23rd Street and when someone said to the guys and girls in the program that the Twin Towers had collapsed we were all stunned, it was just chaos trying to get home from the train to the bus that day.  :\'(


Well it was morning. I was asleep when the first tower was hit. When I woke up my mother was watching it in horror in her bedroom. Then we watched as the second tower was hit and collapsed. The horror I was in shock for weeks after.

Hard to believe that next year will be the 20th anniversary of it. :\'( :o


I know, where did the time go? :o

I had to be around 5 when 9/11 happened. My parents explained it to me as best as a five-year-old could understand and when I saw the news, I was SHOOK. I couldn't even watch TV that day, I was so terrified.

I remember my parents showed me ZOOM: America's Kids Remember a year later. I loved ZOOM, so hearing the kids explain it made me feel more at ease.

I was in the German army at that time. I had just completed boot camp and was on vacation at home. My sister came into the room and said the World Trade Center was gone (I confused it with the Empire State Building at first because I still thought of an accident and there was no way two towers would collapse just like that). Then we watched it live on TV and the second tower came down. Awful feeling. :-[

When I returned to my unit a week or two later they had bumped security up a few notches. More people guarding the entrances to the barracks, sand bag bunkers, more patrols and we had to keep our flak vests ready in the office in which I was working. :-X

Coming up in just 3 months from now will be the 20th Anniversary of September 11, anyone have memories of where they were back then?

Coming up in just 3 months from now will be the 20th Anniversary of September 11, anyone have memories of where they were back then?

I was stuck all afternoon (5 hours ahead in the UK) watching the unbelievable sad events live on BBC News. I could not believe what was happening.

In 2013 I visited Groundzone and was deeply sadden with the memory of the site.

Since, I cannot bear to watch any documentaries on television.

Coming up in just 3 months from now will be the 20th Anniversary of September 11, anyone have memories of where they were back then?


at work

I was at home(living with my parents at the time). I was asleep when the first tower was attacked. Then my mother woke me up. I went to her bedroom to watch the news and as my mother and I watched we saw the second tower get hit as it happened. I remember covering my mouth and just staring. It was hard to do anything that entire day...the whole week! That was the week of my 21st birthday. I had it all planned out that I would have a great day. But that was ruined. I tried but couldn't enjoy my birthday. It was horrible.

I was in Manhattan attending a vocational program on 229 W.28Th Street, I don't know how far I was from The Twin Towers collapsing but being where I was, you could smell the stench of the burning building as it fell down, that day was pure chaos, just a day that nobody will ever forget.  :\'(

As a 6 year old I was old enough to remember so many moments but I don't remember 9/11 or what I was doing that day. Except for some faint memories of seeing it on the news perhaps. My older sister does remember the details though. Kids who were my age who were American would probably definitely remember it though since it was a bigger deal in the US than it was here in Canada.

As I summed it up pretty well a couple years ago...


I remember it vividly.  It was a workday Tuesday, like any other.  My (Chicagoland) workplace had a big cafeteria room with a large TV in the corner of the seating area airing CNN.  I was in line buying my typical muffin and coffee, and I glanced up to see the WTC on fire from the first plane, and a small crowd was watching.  I paid, stepped out of line and turned my attention to the TV.  At that point the CNN commentators were speculating on what kind of "accident" this must have been.  As I was staring at this spectacle, I watched the second plane hit and immediately the commentators' tones changed to speculation of terrorism.  Not knowing what was coming, I shook my head sadly and resolved to try (anyway) and get some work done.  As I went upstairs to my small office area, I told my coworker what I saw on TV before getting to work for the morning.  And I worked.

After an hour or so, my coworker called out to me - she had an ashen look on her face.  She told me "the Pentagon got hit.  Another plane crashed in Pennsylvania.  And the South tower came down."  Which changed everything.  I immediately returned to the cafeteria - this time filled to the rafters with colleagues.  I watched CNN coverage there for a short while, but I was now petrified - I didn't know who they were, how many there were, if they were "finished", who they were targeting - I just quickly bolted and went home.  I listened to news radio all the way home (nonstop coverage) and turned on CNN once I walked in my door - I was a stunned mess, I laid practically in a fetal position the whole time.  I did nothing but watch CNN all day.  For the first time in my 40-something life, I felt like I was undergoing a geo-political attack.

My brother in law was a middle school teacher in Manhattan, only about a mile from Ground Zero.  He had the wonderful task of keeping his class of middle schoolers calm and together while this was occurring.  On top of that, the soot from the WTC collapse covered his and everyone else's car in the area, making things a mess.  What's worse is he was stuck in Manhattan overnight as the tunnels and bridges were out (fortunately a teacher pal helped him out).  That was our one big concern.

Simultaneously, my sister in law was on an overseas trip with my niece and nephew, and they were scheduled to come home on 9/11.  With all the planes being grounded, it wasn't gonna happen.  Fortunately they were with family who could accommodate them a few more days.  It seems like it took about an extra week for them to finally have the chance to return home.


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I was at work at the same place as I am now. One of my coworkers who listens to his radio everyday said one of the towers fell. Then a little later he said the other one fell. I could only imagine it was something like War of the Worlds going on. Tried looking up news online, we had an ISDN line which was blazing fast, and nothing worked. As the day went on I heard that gasoline was going to be cut off. I filled the tank on the way home after waiting for a line of about 10 cars. The next day going to work was eerily quiet. I saw one car in my 25 mile drive to work and it was a Honda Insight which strengthened what I was hearing. Things normalized throughout the day. Then I was counting the days until I was too old for the draft because I was afraid of war. But in reality with my health problems I’d have been no good for that anyway.


Me too, last year at 9/11.

I was in Manhattan attending a vocational program on 229 W.28Th Street, I don't know how far I was from The Twin Towers collapsing but being where I was, you could smell the stench of the burning building as it fell down, that day was pure chaos, just a day that nobody will ever forget.  :\'(


And as we continued to watch the news, I remember seeing everyone in that area being covered in debris and smoke dust. And other really disturbing moments. I cried for days.

When the pain of that day was lingering, I was tempted to write a Sam Beckett from Quantum Leap saves some 9/11 plane victims by leaping into Zoe Falkenberg but then i realised i could not do it.

Man, it's 20 years ago today....and still leaves a bad feeling thinking about it even though I'm not even American. :-[

Man, it's 20 years ago today....and still leaves a bad feeling thinking about it even though I'm not even American. :-[

I can't believe it's been 20 years, I still remember that day on TV coming home from Manhattan and seeing the Twin Towers just crumble into dust until there was no more.  :\'(

In the aftermath of September 11, on September 24 to be precise, all four TV networks (this was still the time of the broadcast networks) broadcast the live "America: A Tribute to Heroes" event. If you were alive back then you may vaguely remember it. If you weren't, you will not have heard of it. It was a big deal at the time, and the thing I remember is how they made a big deal out of how it was being "broadcast from an undisclosed location", to prevent any kind of terrorist interference. (In the aftermath of 9/11 people were VERY on edge). There was no audience. 

Today on his blog, musical and social commentator Bob Lefsetz writes about how different the world is today from 2001. He even calls 9/11  "A turning point for music". Right up the alley of people on this board.  ;D

The article is long, but I recommend you read it, because you will be interested.

Here it is:

https://lefsetz.com/wordpress/2021/09/10/9-11/

Here is how he ends it:

So the world has changed immensely from 2001. Completely different acts dominate recordings, despite the old acts still doing boffo at the box office  But those acts triumphed in a different era, when we were all paying attention, when music could change the world. It can’t anymore.


But the reason I bring this all up, is because the article lists all the artists who performed at "America: A Tribute to Heroes", in 2001,and where they stand in today's landscape in 2021. It's opinionated, but it is very eye opening. I have bolded the names of the performers for easy reference.

Here we go:

So the main force behind “America: A Tribute to Heroes” was Jimmy Iovine, majordomo at Interscope Records, back when major labels still dominated the landscape. There’s not a record exec that powerful anymore, no way. And despite decrying technology, i.e. “theft,” Iovine kept coming up with ways to beat the system and make a fortune for himself and ultimately it was headphones, and after selling Beats to Apple Jimmy stayed on for a while, but he was out of time and out of touch, Iovine is now a billionaire art collector, leading the good life, he’s gone from the scene.

As for Bruce Springsteen… He can sell out on Broadway, just not in the rest of the world. Springsteen, a second or third generation rocker after the British Invasion, depending upon how you calculate, is the last tie to credibility. He dyes his hair and is conscious of his image, but he still makes new music and the press eats it up and so do his fans, but almost nobody else. His rendition of “My City of Ruins” was very powerful. But the subsequent “The Rising” album can’t hold a candle to his twentieth century work.

U2? They don’t go clean everywhere either. And after selling their album to Apple via Iovine they became hated, people don’t like anything forced upon them these days, we live in a pull economy. As for tech companies paying for albums… That was a nonstarter, but if you are a star, they’ll pay you for exclusive video documentaries. U2, like Springsteen, still puts out new music, like Springsteen in the old manner, albums every few years as opposed to dropping tracks constantly like today’s players, and they both look like dinosaurs, Springsteen playing to the boomers, U2 to the Gen-X’ers. As for everybody else? They don’t seem to care.

Faith Hill. Remember when she was one of the biggest names in country music, when it was still country music, before it became a lame version of seventies rock?

Tom Petty… He’s dead.

The Goo Goo Dolls…this was their peak, it was all downhill from here.

The Dixie Chicks…were soon to be exiled and despite shortening their name they’ve never come back, they’re a period piece.

Dave Matthews? He was a creature of VH1. Remember when fans were up in arms that he shelved a Steve Lillywhite production in favor of a Glen Ballard album in search of hits? It worked, but today Dave is an outdoor summer treat for those who lived through it, kind of like James Taylor, they both do amazing business at the box office, but those who don’t go are unaware and happily so.

Celine Dion? “Titanic” was in ’97, her fans still want to see her in concert, but she can’t get arrested with new recordings.

Paul Simon? Retired from touring.

Sheryl Crow? The queen of music television had the chutzpah to play a new song and for me it was the highlight of the night. You only had to hear “Safe and Sound” once to be moved, but the album of this concert didn’t come out until December, when most no longer cared, whereas today everything is available instantly.

Willie Nelson? A man out of time. He’s still as hip as he ever was, which proves if you want to last you should never follow trends. And back in 2001 if you asked us if weed could be legal, we would have said…NO WAY!

Sting? He’s got a new single, but without his Police bandmates his live business is far from strong.

Eddie Vedder? He’s got a new single too, and Pearl Jam does good live business, but if you’re not a Gen-X’er you ignore them.

Bon Jovi? Richie Sambora is no longer even in the group!

Mariah Carey? Known for her pipes? A joke who is constantly criticized for being unable to hit the notes live.

Wyclef Jean… Who?

Enrique Iglesias… Who?

As for Neil Young, he no longer has any power, no one from his era does, he used to speak and people listened, Young called today’s concerts superspreader events and it had absolutely no impact, the show must go on.

Stevie Wonder? Great, but he burned himself out in the seventies, with one of the best album runs ever.

And then there’s the curious case of Billy Joel, who by this point refused to release any new music and still hasn’t and is bigger than all the acts above! Billy’s depending upon the songs, it all comes down to the songs.

But not today.

I don’t remember the 9/11 attacks and anything before it at all. I was only 3 years old during those attacks

I don’t remember the 9/11 attacks and anything before it at all. I was only 3 years old during those attacks



One of the victims was also born in 1998: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/5796252/dana-christine-falkenberg

Wycliffe Jean was with The Fugees. They were on tv the other week as part of the Global Citizen concert, having just recently re-formed

Twenty-one years to the day now. (And I was 21 at the time!) My, how time flies. :\'(

Still, it will never be forgotten.

I was just watching a 9/11 documentary last night and after 21 years, it's still feels frightening and quite sad as well. I was in the city at the time but far away from where The Twin Towers crumbled to the ground that day, you kind of wonder what would've happened if The Twin Towers had stayed in tact and not get demolished, questions are always being answered as to what if.  :\'(

I remember it vividly.  It was a workday Tuesday, like any other.  My (Chicagoland) workplace had a big cafeteria room with a large TV in the corner of the seating area airing CNN.  I was in line buying my typical muffin and coffee, and I glanced up to see the WTC on fire from the first plane, and a small crowd was watching.  I paid, stepped out of line and turned my attention to the TV.  At that point the CNN commentators were speculating on what kind of "accident" this must have been.  As I was staring at this spectacle, I watched the second plane hit and immediately the commentators' tones changed to speculation of terrorism.  Not knowing what was coming, I shook my head sadly and resolved to try (anyway) and get some work done.  As I went upstairs to my small office area, I told my coworker what I saw on TV before getting to work for the morning.  And I worked.  After an hour or so, my coworker called out to me - she had an ashen look on her face.  She told me "the Pentagon got hit.  Another plane crashed in Pennsylvania.  And the South tower came down."  Which changed everything.  I immediately returned to the cafeteria - this time filled to the rafters with colleagues.  I watched CNN coverage there for a short while, but I was now petrified - I didn't know who they were, how many there were, if they were "finished", who they were targeting - I just quickly bolted and went home.  I listened to news radio all the way home (nonstop coverage) and turned on CNN once I walked in my door - I was a stunned mess, I laid practically in a fetal position the whole time.  I did nothing but watch CNN all day.  For the first time in my 40-something life, I felt like I was undergoing a geo-political attack.

My brother in law was a middle school teacher in Manhattan, only about a mile from Ground Zero.  He had the wonderful task of keeping his class of middle schoolers calm and together while this was occurring.  On top of that, the soot from the WTC collapse covered his and everyone else's car in the area, making things a mess.  What's worse is he was stuck in Manhattan overnight as the tunnels and bridges were out (fortunately a teacher pal helped him out).  That was our one big concern.

Simultaneously, my sister in law was on an overseas trip with my niece and nephew, and they were scheduled to come home on 9/11.  With all the planes being grounded, it wasn't gonna happen.  Fortunately they were with family who could accommodate them a few more days.  It seems like it took about an extra week for them to finally have the chance to return home.

Other than all of that, it was just a Tuesday...


Every year it seems only fitting to remember the horror from that day 21 years ago  :\'( ...

Twenty-one years to the day now. (And I was 21 at the time!) My, how time flies. :\'(

Still, it will never be forgotten.


Adults who were born on that day are of legal-drinking age in the U.S. now.

Adults who were born on that day are of legal-drinking age in the U.S. now.

That’s right! :o

And just two months ago, when I turned 42, I realized that anyone born on my 21st birthday was turning 21. And two months from right now (ie, this November), Nine-Eleven will be the midpoint of my life! :o

Here is a nice Poem I found tonight on another site im on :)

www.sitcomsonline.com/boards/showthread.php?t=18184&styleid=1077

That’s right! :o

And just two months ago, when I turned 42, I realized that anyone born on my 21st birthday was turning 21. And two months from right now (ie, this November), Nine-Eleven will be the midpoint of my life! :o

And I was 27 years old.

I was just watching a 9/11 documentary last night and after 21 years, it's still feels frightening and quite sad as well. I was in the city at the time but far away from where The Twin Towers crumbled to the ground that day, you kind of wonder what would've happened if The Twin Towers had stayed in tact and not get demolished, questions are always being answered as to what if.  :\'(
Even after this length of time, I cannot still watch documentaries on 9/11, after having visited Groundzero.

Even after this length of time, I cannot still watch documentaries on 9/11, after having visited Groundzero.

I watch them but they're so heartbreaking.  :\'(