John Sciacca Writes...
Random Thoughts (Blog)
Random Thoughts (Blog)
Random Thoughts (Blog)
|Posted on September 11, 2010 at 4:02 PM|
You’d think that with all the talk of mosque-building at Ground Zero and the National, oh, sorry, I mean INTERnational Koran Burning Day (and, dude, by the way, Paul Sr., called; he wants his handlebar moustache back! And when are people gonna get it through their heads that following fringe religious
leaders guys whack-jobs named Jones might not be the best idea?) that I would have remembered that today was September 11. But it wasn’t until I was filling out a bank deposit form this morning, writing 9 and / and 11 that it hit me. September 11.
There aren’t many events that galvanize an entire generation. Days where we are all linked by remembering where we were and what we were doing when we heard the news. Our parents had JFK’s assassination. Their parents had December 7. (It is sad to think that for such a momentous event -- “A date which will live in infamy” -- that there is probably a large percentage of the population today that doesn’t even remember WHAT December 7 is or why it is a day that may or may not continue to live in infamy. It makes you wonder if in another 50 years, September 11 will be a day that people will wonder, “What’s the fuss?” That is if we aren’t all saying, “Shì shénme dàjīngxiǎoguài” at that point.)
Prior to September 11, the closest thing I had experienced to such a memorable event was when President Reagan was shot. I can remember when I heard the news; I was walking out of a 5th grade class headed to recess when I heard, “Someone just shot Reagan!” And I said, “Unh-uh. I just saw her. She hasn’t been shot.” (This makes a lot more sense when you realize that there was a girl in my class also named Reagan.) Then would come the Challenger explosion in ‘86. As some of you will recall, there was a school teacher on the flight, Christa McAuliffe, which was unprecedented at the time, and the media coverage of the event was huge. They wheeled a TV cart into Senor Hernandez’s morning high school Spanish class to watch the launch, and then turned it off almost immediately leaving us all wondering, “Did that really just happen?” (I'll share another far more shameful memory with you. I can also remember where I was the first time I heard "Ice Ice Baby." I was in a hotel in Berlin. And I thought, "Hey, that's not Queen!" I guess we can pick our friends, but we can't pick our memories.)
I can, of course, remember where I was and what I was doing today, 9 years ago. I was doing a prewire for a couple named Taylor. I pulled out their file and am looking at the worksheet right now. “Work Performed: Sept 11 : Housewide Audio Prewire – Laid out speaker and volume control locations throughout home; Pulled speaker wire from Home Run (theater closet) to controls in… “ The house was a remodel and they had a TV on in the living room. I can remember walking by carrying in spools of cabling and seeing other trades gathered around the TV and watching smoke coming out of a tower and the announcer saying, “We’re getting reports that a plane has flown into one of the Twin Towers.” And watching it for a bit and thinking, "Wow. That's weird," and then continuing on with work. And then hearing a gasp, “OH MY GOSH!” and rushing back to the TV to see that now the second tower was hit. By another plane.
And the world changed.
Dana was working at the airport here at the time, and I remember calling her and asking if everything was OK and was it safe there. (You know, Myrtle Beach International Airport – with flights to the Bahamas – being such a high profile target.) And saying, that if she needed to leave, just leave. Forget about the job. (Dana, ultra-trooper that she is, not only stayed on, but totally handled the entire crisis while the station manager was out of the country stranded in the airline lockdown.)
I don’t believe that I ever saw the Towers in person, at least not in any meaningful way. And when I saw them fall, I felt a great sadness that now they were gone and I would never get the chance. I did a really interesting story on the closest surviving church to Ground Zero, Trinity Wall Street (you can read that here), and in doing that story I visited the construction site. You’d think that it would have been memorable or powerful or emotional in some way, but it just looked like a giant, fenced off pit.
So, where were you when you heard?
Categories: September 2010