It’s the 25th anniversary of 9/11. I went down to the break room where I was working because someone told us a plane had hit the world trade center. Watching the smoke rolling off the first building I thought “what idiot flies a plane into a sky scraper?” And right after that the second plane hit. We saw it live when it happened. I never really understood the term “my blood ran cold”. Twenty five years later and I still remember that feeling like it was branded into my brain. There have been many atrocities in history and now, this is just the one I witnessed.
This post is for casual conversation if you don’t feel like making a post of your own.
Freshman year of high school, baybeee. One of two times the TVs ever went on in school. The second was for (very local disaster). Dad was suppose to be on the plane that went into the field (unlike his usual lies he had a ticket) but he decided spending time with his mistress was more important.
It’s also Rosh Hashanah dinner tonight. I need to bring “a side” and my brain only figured out corn bread. Hope mom likes it.
I’ll dehydrate more celery when I get home. I’d usually do it before leaving but that is a voided warranty so I’d rather be at home if it like. Explodes.