The Memory of September 11
On the tenth anniversary of the worst terrorist attack that the United States – actually the world – has ever seen, I want to take a moment to remember how that day changed the world. I remember that morning distinctly. I was living in Los Angeles and worked downtown. Before commuting into the office, I watched the breaking news on how four airplanes had been hijacked and were being used as weapons of mass destruction: first at the Twin Towers; then the Pentagon; and when I went to work – yes, I worked for a news wire so I had to go into the office – the third plane, which eventually crashed into a field in Pennsylvania, was still unaccounted for in the air. When I arrived at my skyscraper, the National Guard was outside and told us that our building was evacuated and we had to go home. My boss man said that, if we went home, we were fired. I remember how surreal it was that day. Los Angeles was eerily quiet. There wasn’t a soul o...