The 2,996 Project
I’m getting ready to fly again; this time, fluid free and with all toiletries safely checked through in my rolling bag. As usual, I’m obsessing over the trip and the days I’ll be away. I wonder if carrying this on board would make me feel more secure?
The airline was kind enough to send me an e-mail reminder about all the new restrictions and warning me to arrive two hours ahead of my flight. Excellent! I love to fly!
Mostly, I flash back to Sept. 11, 2001, a morning I spent at the airport, attempting to fly to New York for my uncle’s funeral. It was a morning of fear, confusion and despair, followed by days of more of the same, as we all know. I can’t be in an airport without thinking of that day. We’ve all heard 9/11 stories from people we know. I think the idea of the blogger tribute to those who died that day is very interesting. If you haven’t heard about it, 2996 bloggers will post tributes on Sept. 11, 2006. Each blogger will be assigned a name and will participate by honoring that individual with a post in tribute. I’m considering signing up.
What’s your 9/11 story?
August 20th, 2006 at 9:10 am
I’m glad airlines are giving their customers that courtesy email.
I don’t really have a 9/11 story. It happened shortly after I had banned TV from our house. We are probably the only family in the US that has never seen any video coverage of the attack. We did keep the radio on NPR constantly for days.
August 21st, 2006 at 9:06 am
We were at Nags Head, on the third day of a vacation. I was sitting outside on a surprisingly cool morning, finishing a cup of coffee, when the phone rang.
I remember my mother-in-law telling me what was happening - it had just hit the mainstream media - and all I clearly remember is how the bottom of my cup looked with just a little bit of coffee left in it.
We then went in and watched the news. The rest of the week, fighters from Langely would occasionally streak by.