They weren't talking sports.
The first plane had hit.
The first thought I had was that "the Palestinian Air Force" had attacked us -- not that there is such a thing, but I assumed that a terrorist group had hijacked a plane and flown it into the tower in some bizarrely misguided way on behalf of the Palestinian cause.
I had the right part of the world in mind, but not the right "perp." And I lacked the imagination to think about the type of plane that had been commandeered.
And then came the second hit.
The news filtered into my wife's school. She called me in the car. I don't know how reassuring it was, but I told her that I highly doubted that the courthouse in Joliet was on the target list for today.
The judge eventually came out for the morning call, at least a half hour late. I saw her in an adjacent office, watching TV. Torts and contracts weren't really that important just at that moment. But I was still kind of miffed. I wanted to get back to the car -- where I could also listen to the news -- but I had to wait.
Eventually, I went straight home. I thought about going to my office, but I figured things would be crazy downtown and nothing would get done. It was and nothing did get done and I watched TV all day just like everyone else. (For a good part of the day, there was concern that a plane might be headed for the Sears Tower.)
My story is not particularly exciting. My opinions about the lessons learned -- or, mostly, unlearned -- from that terrible day are in the post below.
But one of the people on my Bloglist, Dave, of Rather Than Working, was in New York on September 11, 2001. So, in addition to your "Heads or Tails" browsing today... or tomorrow... when you get to it... you may want to visit Dave. His story is lengthy; it's posted in five parts. Here are links to each of them:
- Part 1
- Part 2 -- The Sheraton Prison
- Part 3 -- Other Orphans
- Part 4 -- Joe's Odyssey and
- Part 5 -- Coming Home.