I know we've done this before.
But there are new people.
So, where were you, when you heard, nine years ago today?
Note that I am not asking about Korans or mosques, preachers or al Qaeda.
I am asking about you.
Where were you?
What were you doing?
And, how many degrees of separation are you from someone who lost their life nine years ago?
Only answer that one if you really want to. If you think it's crass or painful, I understand.
Me, I was at work. A coworker had just become a grandmother that morning. She had emailed pictures of the baby. We were oohing and aahing over her grandson. And she had a tiny television set (we ran long queries, and there was nothing to do while the queries ran, so she would watch TV while I would go on Abuzz). We saw the planes, of course.
As for separation, I think I hit second or third. My parents lost one of their neighbors, but I had never met the man. I believe he had worked for Cantor Fitzgerald. And when I worked for a company called Keane, they had a monument in their Charlestown home office to two women who had died in the World Trade Center that day. And, perhaps, I had seen in passing someone who lost their life on one of the planes, as they had come out of Boston. There are probably a good 100 million people, maybe more, who are within six degrees of separation of those who are gone.
Where were you?
I was in court (in chambers). A judge came in and announced
that a plane had hit the WTC. Naturally, my mind went back
to another plane hitting the Empire State Building in 1945.
I said that if the other tower gets hit, then we 'll know that
its a malicious attack.
Based on misinformation from the radio, I later made the mistake
of telling lawyers in the courtroom that I 'd heard that
the USSC had been hit with a plane.
I knew NYPD Lt. John Perry, who was in the act of retiring
when the first plane hit. I knew him for several years from Mensa,
and from meetings of a NYC libertarian group called the "Junto",
after a group formed by Ben Franklin.
He was giving his retirement papers in to a captain.
I was told that thay both helped rescue survivors,
leading them out to the street, from the darkened WTC.
John allegedly violated the orders of the captain in re-entering
the WTC to continue the rescue effort, when it collapsed on him.
I read in the NY Daily News that his remains were uncovered
the next April.
A lady who works for the NYC Medical Examiner 's Office, Diana,
lives across the street from me. She told me that she performed
the autopsy on John 's remains. She was surprized that I knew him.
Additionally, one of the members of my fine dining group, Vivian,
said that she was approaching the WTC, when the first plane hit it.
In earlier years, I had worked in Tower 2 of the WTC,
in the NY Court of Claims, trying some cases there.
That Court had several floors in the 80s of Tower 2.
trying cases there; beautiful vu. It was fun.
I used to take the E train into its basement.