We must never forget. What I most remember of that day is snapshots...
It was a beautiful, gorgeous sunny day.
Then came the news of planes hitting buildings, etc. Rumors flew.
Shocked, bewildered faces of the people on the campus where I taught.
Wide-eyed faces sitting at hastily-set-up television monitors in the student lounge, staring at images of fire, clouds of smoke, destruction.
Some classes canceled. Others go on.
Me working in my office with a radio tuned to an all-news station, all day. Fragments of hard news here and there. Going to news sites online to see the latest horrible images of the attacks.
Driving home late that night, seeing American flags popping out everywhere, in the windows of cars and trucks, hung on fences and balconies. But also seeing nervous drivers in their cars, creating long, long queues at gas stations, Rumors had flown all day about gas shortages.
Getting home, late at night, watching the latest updates on Nightline--knowing everything, now, was different.
