As Celtic fans we all remember where we were when certain events took place. I remember where I was when I heard Len Bias and Reggie Lewis died. I also remember where I was when I heard Chauncey Billups was traded for Kenny Anderson, when Joe Johnson was traded for Tony Delk and Rodney Rogers, when Jerry Sichting was traded for Jim Paxson, and when they lost out on the lottery in 1997 and 2007. There’s a lot of other moments too.

But certain moments the entire world remembers.

I had turned 23 about 5 weeks earlier and had finally moved out of my parents’ place. I had officially moved into my new apartment in White Plains, NY on Thursday, September 6th.

I worked in Long Island and would take the Throgs Neck Bridge to work everyday, still in my beat-up Green Ford Taurus that I had from the previous year in college. I had had the job out there since May and every single morning I drove out there and was on the bridge I’d look out at 2 things in the Manhattan skyline: the Empire State Building first, then the World Trade Center. I had always been in awe of all 3 buildings.

I remember that morning like it was yesterday. My job began 8:30 so I crossed the bridge around 8 am, before any of the events would take place. I recall looking out at the towers, shining beautifully from the sun. It was the last time I’d see them standing.

When the whole thing happened at work our phones went out just like everyone else’s in the area. My company was small, about 6 people, and I was the last one to leave. I had made an attempt around 1 but since I didn’t know Long Island that well, I wound up driving in a circle back to my office. It seemed everywhere was blocked, and the traffic was at a standstill. This was in Lake Success which is a solid 20-25 miles from Lower Manhattan, but with the congestion on the roads you’d think it was a mile away.

I went back to my desk at work and fell asleep sitting there. I was tuning everything out. I woke up around 5 and remember leaving again to make the effort to go home. When I left my building there was a guy, named Wayne, towards the front of my office. He was sitting there crying. I had nothing to say.

Traffic was still crazy but after asking a few cops along the way, I managed to find an entrance onto the Grand Central Parkway in Queens. The blackness of the sky was overpowering as I entered onto the parkway.

I remember getting back onto the Throgs Neck Bridge, not seeing very many cars then. One car I recall, had a guy with glasses. I passed him on the right as he was staring out at Lower Manhattan. The bridge was free that day, the blocks at the toll were up, trying to make traffic move as quickly as possible.

My life had changed forever. It still pains me every, single time when I look out at the skyline and see the Empire State Building sticking out alone. It’s as if it lost its two brothers downtown. I’m pained and enraged.

Today I still can’t help but look up at every airplane flying low, scared to see what may happen. That never happened until that day. I wonder if it’ll ever go back to being the way it was.

tb727 9/11/2009 12:02:00 AM Edit
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  1. ACF says:

    Wow, what a story and so true. That day, I was at the library. The first book I laid my hands on was a book about the Rote Armee Fraktion, the terror group in 70's Germany. One of life's weird coincidences! I had never read books about terrorism and for that to happen that day, well... It was weird. I also get that feeling when seeing an airplane flying low.

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  3. Anonymous says:

    Well written. Thank you.

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