tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699336243107587106.post772914074566012669..comments2014-06-11T10:44:42.251-04:00Comments on From The Files of Nefarious Newt: Lest We ForgetNefarious Newthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16265387596697011256noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699336243107587106.post-44061955017888657812009-09-11T13:43:55.938-04:002009-09-11T13:43:55.938-04:00So eloquently written. I mark 9/11 as the day I b...So eloquently written. I mark 9/11 as the day I became politically active. Beforehand, I sort of just thought things would run how they run and life would go on. I remember Bush winning and being terrified of what would happen. I remember watching those towers, over and over, after I spoke with every member of my family and friends and knew they were far away from the downtown area, that I couldn't just be passive anymore. Its weird to see buildings, which have existed my entire life, were landmarks when lost in the city and housed a few of my family member's jobs, GONE. <br /><br />Oddly enough, I was in my junior year at a college 15 miles north of NYC and had come late that year because I had nightmares for weeks at the end of the summer of planes crashing on my campus. I had returned to school the weekend before, a week late, and was terrified about having to deal with such a crisis away from home. My school was on lockdown because we shared an entrance with a major small airport, so for a week, my school was in this arrested place, where kids remain when scary shit happens and no one discusses it.<br /><br />I was there a few days after, helping a friend, and it was bizarre, dust everywhere, the city was filled with gloom. While we were all nice to each other, I think it was more out of fear than pride. Its still hard to hang out in that area and deal with what happened. As an adult, I passed up a job downtown at AMEX b/c I couldnt bare the walk over the pit every day to and from work. I just cant believe after 8 years, it is essentially they same rubble and ash that was there on this day in 2001. I'm rambling, but its hard to put into words what that day really means.foryourinformationhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15744531087317715296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699336243107587106.post-68886687719749434472009-09-11T10:06:45.103-04:002009-09-11T10:06:45.103-04:00When the first tower fell, I was in an executive o...When the first tower fell, I was in an executive office. CNN was on the TV, showing the towers burning. I could look through a gap between two buildings, and see them burning. Then there were the excited shouts and screams coming from the TV, and the announcer was saying the tower was collapsing. I watched it fall on the TV, then turned to look out the window, and it was gone. It was a surreal moment, knowing this was happening not 4-5 miles from me.Nefarious Newthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16265387596697011256noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699336243107587106.post-59023579586426283502009-09-11T09:32:44.546-04:002009-09-11T09:32:44.546-04:00I can't imagine how it must have been to be in...I can't imagine how it must have been to be in NYC that morning. I was on the west coast (but was at work--retail--already when everything started happening). It was surreal. I got home in time to see the towers fall on TV, and my dad and I just sat there, silent and staring. We didn't want to look, but we couldn't look away.Meghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07362861005578526889noreply@blogger.com