I was teaching my first period English class.
A kid came back from the bathroom and said that a plane had crashed into the WTC. I laughed and said a teacher must be showing a Die Hard movie.
After a few minutes, I began to literally feel nauseous. I was thinking about recent terror training I’d attended in the Navy reserve, I also thought about how an FBI buddy of mine had been insisting for the last several years that the Muslims “were coming back. This is big.”
An announcement came over the loudspeaker and one of the worst days of my life began.
I was in Oakland getting ready to go to work installing a Radiology system at a hospital...I put on the news as I was getting dressed....I saw the first tower burning and called my wife in Texas to see if she was watching...we sat there in front of the TV, a half a nation apart, talking to each other on the phone for several hours.
Meadow Muffin