I vividly remember exactly what I was doing when I first heard what was happening in New York City on that horrible day, September 11, 2001. I had gotten up early after working swingshift the night before. I had to go to a parole hearing, so with little sleep, and after a quick shower, a cup of coffee in hand, I jumped in the car, a 1970 Datsun Roadster, and headed off to work. I was driving through town heading to the station and had only gotten a few miles from my house when I turned on the radio and heard that a plane had crashed into one of the Twin Towers.
It was so surreal. I honestly thought it was some sort of “War of the Worlds” kind of stunt, so I picked up my cell phone and called my wife at home. She was still sound asleep and I woke her up. I asked her to turn on the TV and tell me if there was anything on the news. She turned the TV on, and from the scream she let out, I knew it was true.
I got to the station, threw …read more
Source:: The Bang Switch