Listening to the radio on my way to work this morning, I was bombarded by a variety of 9/11 tributes. Most were over-produced fluff pieces featuring sappy country music overlaid with sound bytes of people talking about America's resolve in the face of terrorism. More interestingly, I also heard a few DJ's accounts of their 9/11 experiences; where they were, what they were doing, how they found out, etc. It made me think back to my own 9/11 experience and motivated me to share with all (both) of you.
September 11th, 2001. 30 Stuyvesant Street, Binghamton, NY.
My girlfriend at the time was sleeping over at our fraternity house. She got a call on her cell phone from her brother shortly after the first plane hit. He told us to immediately turn on the TV. When then watched for several hours as the events of the day transpired. Things that I distinctly remember:
- Since Binghamton is a state school, most of the students had deep connections to NYC. Many of my friends knew people that worked in the towers. As a result, the mood was incredibly somber.
- There was an immediate concern regarding the blood supply downstate. My girlfriend and I both volunteered for the school's blood drive, which still makes me feel good today thinking back.
- Later in the day, cars and trucks drove down Main Street waving flags and honking their horns in solidarity.
- Classes were cancelled for an extended period of time. With the Jewish holidays mixed in, it seemed like we didn't have class for at least 2 weeks.