Over the years, one of my go-to stories of 9/11 involves banshee, who would normally have been passing through the transit plaza of the WTC that morning on her way to a job in the photo end of the fashion biz. The haunting thing about her story is that she had dropped off film for developing/printing at one of the shops down there a day or so prior. A location that, needless to say, by September 12th was buried under a massive pile of rubble which had been the Twin Towers. Some months (years?) later, she got a package in the mail ... with the prints and negatives of that order. Somehow the film moved through the system and got processed, and found its way to her.
I well remember that morning. I was still running Eschaton Books full-time (from home) back then, and I was just rustling some coffee and looking at the news. One of the morning shows was premiering a new roof-top studio setting ... and had a view down to the WTC. By the time I tuned in, the first plane had hit, and they were trying to get info about it. Initially, the thought was this was some accident with a small tour plane, or some such, but it soon became clear that it was more than that. I ended up watching live all day, interspersed with jumping on-line to see what was coming through here. Frankly, I spent about a month obsessively watching news, and surfing the web following.
I live in a high-rise in downtown Chicago ... not only was the "plane into a building" thing creepy for me, but I have an awesome view from here, which includes a couple of the main approach vectors to O'Hare - meaning that there are almost always airplanes out there. One of the oddly disturbing things in the days following the 9/11 attacks was the lack of air traffic ... it was subtle, but somewhere in the back of my head, looking out my livingroom windows, I could tell something was wrong.
Anyway ... here we are again.