<p>Being a bit pendantic aren’t we? Especially considering he was in a few classes I was also taking during our HS years and did hang out with him and his friends despite them being older than me and some of my friends.</p>
<p>Also, did you attend HS/college where people segregated themselves socially and academically by graduating class year? Just wondering as it wasn’t unusual at my HS for freshman, sophomores, juniors, and seniors to be together socially or taking the same classes together. </p>
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<p>My LAC set up an online site for people to do just that within a few days of that tragedy. HS alum network reps broke the news of my HS classmate at Cantor along with a few other alums from prior class years. </p>
<p>i attended the city public HS, not that it matters. But I don’t consider most of the 2700 or so schoolmates in other grades in my my HS of 3600 or so my “classmates” because they weren’t. They weren’t cousins either.</p>
<p>Here in Maine, we were shocked that two of the hijackers flew from Portland to Boston. Security at PWM was usually thorough - my mom said she got searched more there than anywhere else in the world.</p>
<p>A friend of my husband’s was on that flight. He sat very close to the two. He definitely thought they looked odd - very solemn and unfriendly. He was questioned later that week about them.</p>
<p>I just read a very compelling story of the actions of the Fed during the 9/11 crisis. I read it on a blog so you’ll have to google it, but it was an eye opener, and a totally uplifting story. </p>
<p>Can you provide a bit more info so we can find the blog?</p>
<p>I thought back to the days following 9/11 when my HS and undergrad college (both in NY) set up “check in” sites so we could who was safe. Had many friends, classmates and schoolmates, as well as friends and neighbors of my parents who lived or worked in The City. Painful times…</p>
<p>Forgot to mention… many years later, when I had a case manager for my dad, I recall her telling me about the clients she had… several elderly folks, who lived in a very nice senior citizens facility very near the WTC. She described how she tried, but was unable to get down there to them as streets were closed off, how many urgently needed medicines that she had picked up for them and had been scheduled, but was unable to deliver. The impact of that tragedy was very far reaching.</p>
<p>If you visit the 9/11 museum they have the security video footage from the NY Fed building showing the cloud of debris (from a few different vantages as they have cameras on several corners)</p>
<p>Every year in October my DDs’ school takes the 6th grade class to Williamsburg, Va., with some stops in DC. D1 was in sixth grade in 2001. After 9/11, we had a parents’ meeting to discuss whether it would even be a good idea to do this for the girls that year. A lot of parents were very nervous about the kids taking a flight to DC. Also, the Bush daughters had attended this school, so there were plans to take the girls to the White House and visit with the President and Mrs. Bush. </p>
<p>In the end, the girls went, apparently with a lot of Secret Service on board. They had a wonderful trip. However, my D had a scary moment. I really thought I had shielded her from most of the awful news stories. But she told me that when they were on the White House lawn for a tea, she heard a plane flying. Terrified the President was a target for the terrorists, she began looking around frantically for a place to run and hide if bombs started going off. I felt so bad that I hadn’t had a talk with her about all of this so I could send her off with a little less fear. Lesson learned not to shield (you can’t), but to address things head on because their imaginations were usually going to be worse than the reality you discuss.</p>
<p>My S and I were talking about JFK, and the fact that everyone always remembered where they were when they heard he’d been shot. I told him my parents’ generation always remembered where they were when they heard about Pearl Harbor. He said he had not had a moment like that, and wondered if he would, and what would it be. I remember that conversation after my birthday party back in August 2001. </p>
<p>Sad but true that every generation will have a moment like that.</p>
<p>I was not in NY on that day but went about 2 weeks later. H had a conference that was almost cancelled, but the organizers spoke to the hotel and other people who were really desperate for business at that point. So we went. Manhattan was strangely silent and emptier than usual. Restaurants, shops, taxis, etc., were all happy to see customers. Every time a fire truck went down the street people would stop and applaud or wave or hold their hand over their heart. D2 and I walked around and around and saw many places where shrines had been set up for people who were “missing”. Not just Washington Square Park, but any bookstore or restaurant might have photos and candles set up in front for a favorite customer who was missing. The ruins were still smoking. </p>
<p>I live near DC and don’t pass by the Pentagon that often but I saw it enough in the next few months being reconstructed and the memorial being erected. On the day itself, I got stuck in horrible traffic as everyone was fleeing the city. I was taking a diagonal route and was happy that other drivers, gridlocked themselves, let me by. Traffic was bad for the next year or so because everyone was afraid to take Metro. </p>