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9-11 in one word

???????????????????????????????Yesterday my daughter had an assignment for social studies… to come home and ask a parent to describe 9-11 in one word. It was hard to think of one that would offer more meaning than horrible, scary or sad. It is all of these, but as we are distanced from the events by time, there are other words that come to mind. After writing down several, the one I chose was “end.” The moments before I got the phone call from my husband telling me to turn on the TV represented a different world, one that hadn’t yet revealed the bad side of possibility. For many of us, the violence of severe political, religious, etc. conflict was at a substantial distance. The destruction of the Twin Towers put it right in front of us.

Optimism is not gone, nor is faith or hope — all those things that help a community or nation recover from such a thing. We have witnessed that life goes on — 13 years of it, in fact — and we see those things reflected in our remembrances. But I imagine that for most of us, those concepts are tainted a bit by that day.

GenXers were getting a foothold on their adult lives when 9-11 took place. The oldest of us were just reaching our mid-30s. That day was devastating for so many people across generations. For us, it might be considered a loss of innocence, that time when our invincibility was called into question.

I told my kids yesterday that I once had a key card to a hotel room near the Twin Towers that had to be torn down due to the destruction. It was from a trip my husband and I took there only a few months before 9-11. The kids asked why I kept it. I didn’t have an answer, but maybe it was because it was a piece of the world that existed before.

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September 11 still cloudless, still blue, still chilling

This is a link to a piece I wrote last year about September 11.  I always note the weather on this day, and it is always sunny, cloudless, beautiful… and unsettling.

The link isn’t working, so here it is…

The Sad Side of September’s Beauty

The weather in Chicago has been beautiful this week. For the past 10 years, it seems like this week is the loveliest of the year — moderate temperatures and nearly cloudless deep blue skies. I’d never noticed how gorgeous the second week of September can be… until September 11, 2001.
Every generation has its markers of time. As a child I frequently heard Baby Boomers and my grandparents’ generation say, “Where were you when Kennedy was assassinated?” And for my generation — Generation X — it’s the inevitable, “Where were you when the towers were hit?” We don’t even need to say which ones, and hopefully we never will.
I remember clearly where I was. I was brushing my teeth, getting ready for the workday. My husband called. “Turn on the news. Someone flew a plane into the World Trade Center.”
“What? That can’t be! It must be some sort of accident,” I said, quickly finding a news station. I had that uneasy feeling that you get when you know that what you are saying is at the same time hopeful and hopeless.
“No. There’s no way. This was a terrorist attack,” my husband said.
I saw the images of the first burning tower. I turned my back, shocked by the scene, and my husband cried, “Oh no, the other tower’s been hit!”
It was pandemonium on the television. An incredulous fear took over. We were under attack by someone, and we had no idea what would happen next. In addition to the fear, disbelief, sadness and horror, I also felt that this was the end of a kind of innocence. It was a feeling that I couldn’t quite describe, but I realized that after this, everything would change.

Working in downtown Chicago, we were concerned about what would be hit next. People were evacuating from their offices, but I drove downtown to get my husband out as soon as possible. On the phone with a co-worker, he told me that the guards were turning people away at our parking garage. As I cruised down Lakeshore Drive, I heard the news on the radio. The first tower fell. It was going to be far worse than I imagined in my emergency-unprepared mind. I started crying. I couldn’t imagine what it was like to be there, or to not be there knowing that your parent, spouse, sibling or friend was there.
After picking up my husband and traveling out of our way to avoid the exodus from downtown, we were rear-ended. My husband saw it in the rear view mirror and braced for the impact. He ended up with whiplash, but my cluelessness saved me from injury. We visited the ER at a hospital on the lakefront and then sat near the harbor to take it all in. We looked up. The sky was deep blue, cloudless and without air traffic. Chicago without air traffic is a pretty eerie thing.
So now, I always notice the weather this first week in September. From my recollection of the past 10 years, it is always beautiful. And the irony strikes me… a gorgeous setting for one of the most horrifying chapters in our history.