September 11, 2002


ONE YEAR LATER: That Day I woke up early for some reason, a few minutes before my phone rang. It was my parents; the second plane had already hit, and it was clear that this wasn't an accident. I turned on my radio (I didn't have a TV), and listened while I showered. I heard over the radio that the Pentagon was hit, too. I called my parents back. "We're at war," my Dad said; he was the first person I knew who figured that out.

I went downstairs to look for a TV, which I finally found in the bar I was living above at the time. I called Ryan, who's a very deep sleeper, and left a message (his roommate was out) telling him to turn his set on. Then I caught a bus up to Ryan's apartment; I had to knock on his bedroom window to wake him.

"I was just going to say that," Ryan said when the anchor mentioned Tom Clancy. (He'd read Debt of Honor, which ends with a 747 plowing through the Capitol.)

Naturally, I chastised a professor for her mush-headed reaction in the one class I went to that day.

That was a day different than any other. Today is not; no matter what the networks tell us, today is just another day. KBO.

Posted by John Tabin at September 11, 2002 02:42 PM