Hoosierfrog
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Never forget...
Never forget...
Never forget...
My house in Houston at the time was in a flight path to and from IAH. It was so weird not seeing/hearing planes for the days following that.
Glad that your father was not on one of those doomed flight.I was in 6th or 7th grade and my dad was on a plane to Boston that morning. They came and pulled me out of class, fortunately wasn’t his plane. They emergency landed in Cincinnati or something and he had to drive a rental car home with other passengers
Agreed. Hundreds of people, and you could hear a pin drop. I was there just this spring. My wife is an orchestra director here in San Antonio, and her group played in Carnegie Hall, which was pretty damn awesome in and of itself. We had a bit of time to explore, and that was one of our destinations. Found myself tearing up in the memorial, full-on crying at the reflection pools.The 9/11 memorial and exhibit is a must if you’re ever in NYC. I’m not sure I said a word the 3-4 hours we were there