I remember 9-11. I was sitting in the back room of a small town diner, working on the book that would become “What Are Old People For?” A blurry color TV was screwed to the wall. The normal TV burble was interrupted by a stone faced news reader. I watched with growing consternation as the attack unfolded and all of the patrons in the diner were soon crowded around the TV.
Jude called the diner looking for me, she was pretty upset by the news. After the second tower fell I went home and spent the rest of the day glued to the radio in a state of numbed shock.
What are your memories of that day?