Sunday, September 11, 2011
Today I pay tribute to New York with a photo that was taken at least 12 to 15 years ago. I have a panoramic version of this photo that sits on my desk at home. I put it there 10 years ago and it's been there ever since.
Ten years ago today, I was in San Francisco. I flew in the day before and was there to pack up the temporary apartment that I used while working a contract in the city. The contract had ended the week before. I woke to my usual radio program and the sound of familiar voices filled my ears. Within a matter of seconds, I realized those voices were not reporting a normal story but describing real time events and the edge in their voices told me it was serious. I leapt out of bed and ran to the living room to turn on the TV. From that point on, the day was filled with horror and disbelief and the crushing feeling of sadness and fear.
I remember that evening a good friend and I decided to get together. As I walked across the city to meet her at her apartment, the absolute stillness of a city otherwise consumed with activity and noise was an eerie reminder that something devastating to the whole nation had happened that day.