Thursday, September 11, 2003


None of us will forget where we were or what we were doing when we found out. I was at work. At about 8:55 am I got on to check the morning news, and at the top of the page was a flash announcement that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. Thinking, like everyone else at that point, that it was an accident, I and a couple of coworkers went downstairs to the lunchroom to watch CNN. We hadn't been watching for a minute before the second plane hit. There was a great deal of speculation that something was wrong with the air traffic control system or the weather or something, and CNN kept yapping about it being a "commuter plane," but three things were evident: even if something was wrong with the air traffic control system, the visibility was perfect and no pilot with half a brain (unlike Mohammed Atta and his similarly cretinous followers) was going to fly into something that big and visible. Lastly, it wasn't a "small commuter plane," it was at least the size of a 737 (and turned out to be the somewhat bigger 757). America was at war. The rest of the day was a long nightmare of horror and rumors and trying to work while the world fell apart. And I will also never forget the two days of silence that followed when air traffic was grounded (although I still wonder about the plane I heard departing out of Port Columbus around 5:30 on September 11, which scared the living hell out of me, let me tell you). When the attack on Afghanistan started several weeks later I was able to inform a McDonald's crew of the fact and for the first and last time in my life was the occasion for cheering. And nothing has been the same since.

For the dead of 9/11, the innocent victims and the heroes who died trying to save them, as the British put it:

They shall grow not old, as we who are left grow old
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning
We will remember them.


Ridiculous Attack on OSU

Ron Borges has written a screeching commentary on OSU's treatment of the Maurice Clarett problem that is just insanely over the top. Read and shrug.


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