Bruun I was thinking this morning about where I was when 911 happened. I was still a semi-functioning-on-the-job alkie at the time. I was in my car on the way to a client when the first plane hit, and then the second. It was so confusing - the radio people had no idea what was going on. Listening to it was like a train wreck happening in slow motion.
My original plan for the day was to visit both of my customers - a several hours adventure to two disparate and distant points in the Chicago metro area. When I arrived at the first customer, they were closing for the day as there was so much confusion about what was happening, and IIRC there was talk of fears about the Sears Tower (now some other name) downtown being a target. So I called my other customer to see what their plans were. They were closing down too and sending everyone home.
So I was very very relieved. I went straight back to home town and to a bar. Sadly, the drinking was far more important to me than the news I was watching. Also, it was a lot like being in a bar on Christmas Eve, which I've done many many times. A very lonely place. Even the noon time lunch drunks decided to stay home with their families in all the 911 confusion I guess. But not me.
Of course thoughts of 911 always bring about deep sorrow for all of the lives lost that day, and all of the living people whose lives were changed forever. But it's impossible for me to stop myself also thinking of how pathetic my drunken life was on that day too.
I guess I should have posted this in my resurrected journal.
Thanks for listening.
DG
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