It's been a while since I posted even an image to mention 9/11 on this blog.
I was 26 when the planes flew into the World Trade Center and Pentagon and a plane fell in Pennsylvania, headed for somewhere else. I saw online today that they now believe that plane was supposed to target the US Capitol. As devastating as it was to see the towers fall and the footage of a plane slamming into the Pentagon, I can't imagine where we'd be had that plane headed into DC airspace, let alone reached its target.
At the exact time of the crash, Jamie and I were in a hotel room in Las Vegas. She'd been laid-off, and I was still just figuring out a new job, and we were married for a year and a half.
You can't really explain to young people, without sounding naive, that in the years before 9/11, the people on the news weren't always insane, and that they used to do actual, fact-based reporting. Or that we knew our political systems was divided and a little broken, but we could agree on some list of fundamentals someone had to carry with them when they went to Washington on our behalf.
It's hard to say that didn't fall with the towers.
A lot of other things happened, then, too. It wasn't just the endless cycling of footage of burning buildings and plumes of debris and ash filling New York's avenues.