My favorite columnist (not that I agree with everything he says, but I almost always like the way he says it) from the San Francisco Chronicle wrote an excellent article published today. The title says it all: Not Another 9/11 Column. You can read this now, or you can log off and shut down and get quiet, and just remember (external link).
He says that today all Americans should turn off the TV and just reflect on the events of a year ago. "In your own way, on your own terms, remember where you were, what you were doing, what you were feeling when you observed the world change forever, when you witnessed history writ large and in dark gothic script, raw and obscene and indelible. Perhaps this is the best way. "
A year ago today I had just moved into my new apartment on Twin Peaks in San Francisco. I woke up to my clock alarm saying "planes... fire... accident... New York... World Trade Center..." I made it into the living room to see the second of the towers fall, and then I stayed glued to my couch -- one eye on the TV, the other on the view of downtown SF and the planes that were still flying overhead. I called my friends in New York, called my family in North Carolina, called my friends in San Francisco.
I could only take so much media coverage, so I eventually left the house and walked around a mostly deserted town (no one went to work that day). I felt numb. Every now and then I would slip into a bar or restaurant with a TV and watch the latest news. Or I would check my email at an internet cafe. That's where I learned that two of my college buddies worked in the WTC every day, and another was scheduled for a meeting there that day. Eventually I found out that all three were safe.
In many ways I think my numbness and lack of shock was because I have always known that the US has its ememies, and that all of us who live there take our safety and our way of life for granted. But then the next day at work, where everyone was there talking about what had happened, the sheer magnitude of the tragedy hit me.
It has been a long year since then... long on experiences, short on time. It seems as if it has flown by. In the last 365 days I was laid off once and re-hired for a limited time twice. I took my first trip to Asia visiting Thailand and Singapore. I made a lot of new friends, became reaquainted with some old ones, and lost and re-found my very best friend. And now I am in Bangkok again.
They say the world is a different place now, one year later. I am not so sure about that. People have been killing other people in the name of their God for thousands of years. All I do know is that MY world is definately a different place now, one year later.