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September Mo(u)rn
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SEPTEMBER MO(U)RN
PREFACE
Ladies, if you’ve come to recognize my name you may be expecting something of a different sort from me. I want to give you fair warning, this is about something funnyone just can’t laugh at. This won’t be funny nor sexy. Why put it in this forum where most of us are looking for a bit of escapism? Precisely because it was here that this giant bug went crawling up my ass, stinging and biting all the way. Not too long ago someone made an oblique reference to what happened at the World Trade Center. While I’m 100% sure that they meant well and probably meant to make some sort of tribute, the way it was handled was so seemingly casual, it really disturbed me. While I’ve recently moved back to the Cleveland area where I grew up, I lived in NYC for almost a quarter century. It’s where I lived the longest, where I learned the most about people and life. I still consider myself a New Yorker. So this is for balance. And this is for my neighbors. Whether it happened in NYC, London, Madrid, Moscow, Bagdad, Beirut, Tel Aviv, the resorts of Indonesia, or any of the too numerous places to mention, they were your neighbors, too.
If you don’t care to take this particular trip, I certainly understand. Didn’t really want to go there myself. If you have the courage to come along then I thank you in advance for the respect you show me. I make this promise to you. If I ever post anything else on this site, it will NEVER again be so dark a journey.
And now, my story.
Bette opened the window shade to take in the stunning urban view her hotel room afforded. In New York to meet with Peggy Peabody, she’d taken a suite at the Hilton Millenium downtown amidst the dense clutter of skyscrapers concentrated there. Directly across the street the twin towers of the World Trade Center loomed in a perfect blue sky, the kind one could see regularly in California-if the smog wasn’t too bad- but unusual in New York. The towers were glowing pink and orange with the reflected light of sunrise. She could tell it was going to be one of those rare, beautiful, autumn days for New York-pleasantly warm and dry for a change-that make you feel glad to be alive. She was glad she’d woken up early. She wanted to get out and enjoy the gift of the day.
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OK, I’m not sure what to say… but very intense… it’s almost like you were telling your own story through Bette?
made me cry thinking of that day. Thanks for the story.
so brilliantly written. it brought us straight to the grim reality on the ground. thank you.
Funnyone…I respect this tribute of sort to what occurred on that dreadful day. That was a day that will always live in my mind, heart, and soul. I’m from NYC and have lots of family & friends there. On that day, I lost family & friends…it was truly a measure of human endurance;however, humanity served this spoil a drink of greater service. We came together, we chose to rise above it, and we learned to survive with such a devastion. Our hearts are filled with many emotions, but the first was love. Thank you Funnyone…I respectfully thank you for the journey. It was dark but in the end of every journey the lights is bright, warm, and welcoming.
I’m still trying to catch my breath. I felt like I was right there with Bette. Thank you for writing it and sharing.
i also live in New York… enough said… what a terrible day… please continue with your story…
All I can say is…Thank You.
Thank you for the kind comments, ladies. Just FYI: I’m very, very glad to say that not in the middle of the nightmare. The towers were already down by the time I woke up that day and opened the shades on my skyline view from Woodside, Queens. Much smaller nightmare for me.
wow, it evoked so much memories of that day…and i read that JB actually was in NY then and was supposed to go to twin towers…thank you for this story
Very affecting.
Wow, this was a very intense story. Thank you.
This is not just a story, the event is fact, and it is one that we should never forget. I tend to agree with those that believe if given enough time and absence we as humans stop remembering that which we should not. If anyone remembers history has always proven that people forget, or push the bad memories aside thus allowing another individual or party to attempt the same at another time. I live on the west coast and have never forgotten how I was woken up that morning, or the concern that being so close to S.F. I could not send work crews there as we were unsure of what would happen . Thank you for the story, and the reminder of what is important.
Thank You.
Thank you – that was a beautiful tribute to a dreadful and dark day i our history. It brought tears to my eyes…..
I live in the UK but visited Ground Zero last year on a visit to NY, it was a very emotional place to be, you have brought a vivid description of the serene memory I have of the place. Thank you.
I will always remember where I was and what I was doing that day. As a nation, and as a world I think that we all came together. Now that this type of horror continues to happen in other countries, I hope that we can remain as compassionate to them. I hope that one day these type of acts will stop.
You maded us feel like we were part of the masses. When you think about it it still hurts thanks so much.
you know i’ve been PC less for a while so this is very late comment. i am proud to call you a friend funnyone – that just conveyed so much of what was a terrible day. i don’t believe anyone is totally evil but to do this with glee sure tests that belief. in england we had a minor taste of 11/9 last year with what happened in London. the only thing that conquers evil is not more evil but love and comprehension.peace
i felt every step of the way with bette with this one, not your usual but heart wrenching
sad day in history, never forgotten