In fact it was a clear beautiful morning all along the eastern seaboard that morning after the front passed. It has always made me wonder was it just luck (from their perspective), or was this the first time they were able to have the weather cooperate as it did?A tough day in New York that day.
The day before it rained cats and dogs and was hot. That morning was crisp clear and a beautiful cool day.
turned out to be the Worst day of my life.
Never forget
Just last week, I was in the audience listening to a talk/presentation at the Flight 93 memorial. According to the speaker, the terrorist's extensive planning took into account that Tuesday's were the least populated cross-country flights. Therefore, they would have fewer people to contend with when taking over the aircraft.In fact it was a clear beautiful morning all along the eastern seaboard that morning after the front passed. It has always made me wonder was it just luck (from their perspective), or was this the first time they were able to have the weather cooperate as it did?
Never, ever, forget.
Agree, plus due to traffic you couldn't touch any of the major news websites.I was on this board that morning, working from home and watching tv. The info here was faster and superior to the mainstream news media. We had board members with military, police, FAA and even anthrax experience (if you recall that stuff was a story then too). The board was excellent that day and for weeks after.
first heard about it on this board that morning before heading to hospital. Got more information from here that morning than anywhere else. A little later was standing in waiting room of Grady Psychiatric Emergency Room watching on TV with nurse manager when second tower collapsed live. announcers did not know what happened and were like "is this a recording". I became aware someone standing next to me and was this well know homeless guy with schizophrenia. He looks at us and says "don't mess with them Muslims" and then wanders off........Never, ever, forget.
Same here. I was at work on 49th and 8th and scrolling the posts as colleagues started sprinting into conference rooms to watch on TV. The walk home that morning up 9th Avenue against traffic with hundreds of thousands of people leaving Manhattan on foot was the most surreal thing I’ve experienced. The next week was filled with fighter jets flying through the NYC skies and offices closed while families mourned and hoped for positive news on missing loved ones.I too was on the board all AM. As was said earlier, I could not reach any news sites. I worked for Mack Trucks at the time. We built trucks for the military then. We were certain our building would be a target eventually.
I recall a few days later, the first day air traffic opened up, I was in the Home Depot parking lot in Bethlehem. A plane appeared overhead on approach to Lehigh Valley airport. I swear at least 20 people in that parking stopped and watched that plane until it disappeared over the horizon.
Just last week, I was in the audience listening to a talk/presentation at the Flight 93 memorial. According to the speaker, the terrorist's extensive planning took into account that Tuesday's were the least populated cross-country flights. Therefore, they would have fewer people to contend with when taking over the aircraft.
He also stated that after the Flight 93 passengers learned what was happening, and since no one had any weapons, one of the things they did was to boil water in the aft kitchen, and dumped that on the two terrorists guarding the cockpit.
From the archive: remembering Minnesotan Tom Burnett, 23 years after the 9/11 attacksI was at a conference in Boston. We broke to watch TV where initial reports suggested it was a small plane crashing into one of the towers. That changed quickly and nobody could go back to work. I was able to get a car to drive 400 miles home but some of my coworkers were in California. They rented a car and drove back across the country in 3 days. My recollection of the drive home was of national guard along the highways and the eerie feeling seeing nothing in the skies.
I'd suggest anybody living in the Pittsburgh area should visit the memorial in Shanksville. The did a great job with that. You can read transcripts of passengers phone calls saying goodbye to their families. Reading those things is gut-wrenching.