I remember it well.
K and I were married on Sept. 8, 2001.
We were in the Honeymoon Suite at the Stratosphere in Las Vegas, then drove home later that day.
I posted a question to the SDMB asking if Harley Davidson motorcycles were good bikes, or benefitted from marketing. I can’t find the post anymore, so it must be gone.
I also talked to my dad that night. 9/11 was already an anniversary of a personal tragedy, and I think he was calling me because of that. He worked near the WTC. I went to bed 9/10/01 wondering just how long I would be able to keep going. My personal thing is still bad, and still gets me down at times, but the attacks gave me some perspective.
All I remember is that I was excited because Dylan’s “Love and Theft” was coming out the next day.
It was an ordinary school day. The only specific memory I have of that day is reading a newspaper’s letters and editorial section while waiting at the bus stop. One of the letters was commenting on terrorism in the Middle East.
I was at a really excellent “Yes” Concert at the Garden State Art Center. I really enjoyed it. I actually completely forgot I had attended said concert for about 10 days, until a friend asked me a question about it. I was also planning a get together to watch some football with some co-workers from my prior job. I never did get around to following up on that.
Jim
I was all geared up about football … although it’s one of those things where I remember getting together with our friends to watch the (endless) news coverage on Wednesday, and we talked quite a bit about how unbelievable it was that day before yesterday, we were completely focused on the upcoming season and working intently on our football plans – we had a fantasy league that got together at a local bar, and we had a really good turnout on Sunday and on Monday we spent a bit of time trying to re-oganize for the larger numbers and it was fun. The most important issue in my world on Monday was whether or not the bar would give us a better deal on draft beer if we could guarantee a greater number of people. So I’m not sure if I am really remembering Monday itself, or more like I’m remembering talking about Monday on Wednesday.
Went to Birmingham in the AM for a two day training session. Sat around the hotel’s bar watching football that night.
A woman in the bar kept giving me the eye. Then I noticed she was giving most every guy in there the eye, so I watched her a little longer and decided she was a workin’ girl, out on her nightly job. (Not my kind of action)
Heading to the meeting room the next morning the big screen television in the bar was on and lots of people were standing around, watching the second plane slam into the WTC. That was the first clue I had of what was going on.
I don’t remember much about the subject content of that training session, but I’ll never forget those two days in B’ham.
I dropped someone off at the airport on September 10. I remember because I escorted her as far as the entrance to the boarding bridge. And in order to get to the gate, I went through the security checkpoint even though I didn’t have a ticket, I did so carrying a Swiss Army knife, and we arrived at the airport within thirty minutes of departure. (Granted, the knife was the smallest one with a blade no more than two inches long, but there was no problem getting through security with it on my keyring.)
The next morning, I called her to tell her to turn on the television. She asked, “Which channel?”
“Any channel,” I said.
If I remember my high school schedule correctly, I was in school until 2ish, then worked at 430. Nothing significant though.
My parent’s anniversary is Sept. 10th. I remember calling them to wish them a happy anniversary around 6pm. I remember calling my brother to remind him to call my parents.
I remember being happy after the call because I was not working that night since I thought I had an Oracle training class the next day. (When I got there at 7am I found out I was the only person they had not gotten a hold of to say the class was cancelled.)
I know I worked on a paper on Transport Layer of the OIS Model, since the paper was ready for class on Wednesday, but I don’t remember working on it.
Well…
I was in 6th grade… ten years old. It was… what, a Monday?
So we must have had a prayer assembly that morning. And I had teen tap and ballet III that evening.
I don’t actually remember any specifics from it other than what must have happened because it was scheduled to happen.
I was working night shift at the time, so I got home at 6:00 in the morning, and probably got up at about 5:00 in the evening. Talked to the roomies, dinked around, got to work at 9:00 pm. May have talked to the guy I’d been seeing; maybe we even went to dinner.
As I was about to get off work, the radio started going crazy, talking about a plane crashing into the WTC. I had a flight scheduled for the next month, and I hate flying, so I got all pessimistic, thinking, “Wow, what a fucking failure in air traffic control.” I was pretty flip.
And as it got closer to time to leave, we heard about the second plane, and I realized it probably wasn’t a failure.
And then I went to Kinkos to check my email, and couldn’t get onto the NYT server, and then took the bus home, where my roommate was watching CNN and told me about the Pentagon.
Timing is weird when you work nights.
Sep 10 2001 was a normal working day; Sep 12 we had armed guards.
I had German visitors in town. They had been here for about 5 weeks and were leaving for Germany on Thursday so I took the week off so we could party. We went out Monday night and it was late. I slept in the next day. Not the Germans - they got up at the crack of dawn and turned on the television.
When I woke up I went to the living room and they were watching television. They looked at me and before they said a word, just from their facial expressions, my first thought was, “Holy crap, who died?”
It was during my first “real” semester at college; I was taking Algebra II every day at 7 AM and English 101 at 8 AM on MWF.
I remember it distinctly because my math teacher said he wouldn’t be in on the 11th because he had a previous engagement. I looked forward to sleeping in that Tuesday.
Don’t remember anything about Sep 10, but Sep 9 my wife and I went to Six Flags/Great Adventure in New Jersey. We both had a wonderful time (I got to ride on 8 roller coasters!).
Strangely, that weekend the park was having a Young Muslim day, which meant Halal food stands, guys with “Jihad” T-shirts, 8-year-old girls in burkhas, and a muezzin. Somewhat surreal. The Muslim rappers were pretty good, though, and the lines got much shorter around prayer times.
It was Election Day here. Both my husband and I have agreed that we want our kids to grow up seeing voting as The Done Thing in a democracy, so we all walked down to the polling place (which is in our local library, three blocks away) after supper. I’m not a Norwegian citizen so I can’t vote in national elections, so I held the baby and chatted with our then seven-year-old while Pappa was in the voting booth.
After the kids were in bed we turned on the TV to get the election results. It turned out to be one of the closest elections in this country’s history, and as the clock approached 11 no clear winner was in sight. I said I was going to bed rather than wait any longer because, and I quote myself, “This is all we’re going to hear about on the news tomorrow anyway.” :smack:
I was getting ready to move and packing that day. I remember it because my birthday is the 9th and I didn’t want to take down the pictures until after my birthday because I hate seeing bare walls. I took all the pictures down that day and packed them away. I was going to tackle the kitchen on the 11th but never got around to it.
I don’t remember that day too well, but I remember that night.
Mid July: I get a call from an old aquaintence asking me – nay, beggng me – to music direct an operetta in the Fall. I refuse.
More mid-July: The same person pesters me until I agree. I’m unemployed, but planning on getting a job sometime in early September. (As it worked out, my one and only interview was scheduled for 9/11. It was cancelled at the last minute.)
August: I learn all the music.
Early September: I meet with prod staff.
9/5 and 9/6: Auditions.
9/9: First read-through of the libretto, welcoming BBQ mixer.
9/10: First rehearsal with male chorus. I can’t wait until 9/11, when I get to meet with the female chorus, because hubba hubba yowie pant pant pant!
9/11: I want to cancel rehearsal. The assistant MD, being both Muslim and very used to military and terrorist violence, is unfazed by the day’s events. She does a fine job taking over for me.
I was unemployed…that much I know. And my son was living with us at the time.