dcmdon
NES Member
I was driving up 395 from CT to my office in Marlboro, right next door to EMC.
I was listening to Imus when the plane hit. At first they were saying it was a private plane. Charles McCord, Imus' sidekick is a private pilot. His reply was that it looked like the hole was made by a jet liner. As I continued to drive the plane hit the second tower, which everyone saw because they were all watching the first tower burn.
When I got to work I ran inside. Everyone was gathered around one of the developers 27" monitor watching BBC. It was the only news web site we could connect to that had a live feed. I went to get coffee and heard gasps and screams from the other side of the office. Someone a tower collapsed. I expected some more damage had happened, but never thought the thing would pancake to the ground.
Just then, my cell phone rang. It was my girlfriend. (now wife) She had just been told she had breast cancer.
Then my phone rang again. It was my mother. She had not heard from my sister who worked 4 blocks from 1 WTC.
I tried to call her but got an "all circuits are busy" message.
So I texted her (on my flip phone where you had to hit the 7 key 4 times to make an S. My message was "R U OK?"
About 5 minutes later I got a reply "yes"
I head to my car. I want to be home. I'm running down 395 there are cops everywhere. With nothing to do. They are waiting for the next bad thing to happen. I go by one in the median at 85. He doesn't even look up. I press on. 90 mph. pass another cop. Not a twitch.
I am the only car on 395 as far as I can see in any direction. I'm up to 115 mph passing cops at every break in the median. Finally, I'm up to about 125 passing cops in the median. None bother me.
I made a normally 90 minute trip home in less than 50 minutes.
when I get back to CT, my girlfriend is crying. My mom is crying, and my 63 year old 50 lb overweight dad is ready to take an M16 to Afghanistan and kill Arabs himself.
It was a trulyy crazy day.
By the way. The days I remember where I was:
Reagan shot
Challenger disaster
9/11
And strangely, the day Stevie Ray Vaughn died.
I was listening to Imus when the plane hit. At first they were saying it was a private plane. Charles McCord, Imus' sidekick is a private pilot. His reply was that it looked like the hole was made by a jet liner. As I continued to drive the plane hit the second tower, which everyone saw because they were all watching the first tower burn.
When I got to work I ran inside. Everyone was gathered around one of the developers 27" monitor watching BBC. It was the only news web site we could connect to that had a live feed. I went to get coffee and heard gasps and screams from the other side of the office. Someone a tower collapsed. I expected some more damage had happened, but never thought the thing would pancake to the ground.
Just then, my cell phone rang. It was my girlfriend. (now wife) She had just been told she had breast cancer.
Then my phone rang again. It was my mother. She had not heard from my sister who worked 4 blocks from 1 WTC.
I tried to call her but got an "all circuits are busy" message.
So I texted her (on my flip phone where you had to hit the 7 key 4 times to make an S. My message was "R U OK?"
About 5 minutes later I got a reply "yes"
I head to my car. I want to be home. I'm running down 395 there are cops everywhere. With nothing to do. They are waiting for the next bad thing to happen. I go by one in the median at 85. He doesn't even look up. I press on. 90 mph. pass another cop. Not a twitch.
I am the only car on 395 as far as I can see in any direction. I'm up to 115 mph passing cops at every break in the median. Finally, I'm up to about 125 passing cops in the median. None bother me.
I made a normally 90 minute trip home in less than 50 minutes.
when I get back to CT, my girlfriend is crying. My mom is crying, and my 63 year old 50 lb overweight dad is ready to take an M16 to Afghanistan and kill Arabs himself.
It was a trulyy crazy day.
By the way. The days I remember where I was:
Reagan shot
Challenger disaster
9/11
And strangely, the day Stevie Ray Vaughn died.