Occasionally we’ll get sincere and have a real moment about something. While it’s seldom, I did post a pic of Gangsta Santa and his bitches for Christmas one year, I do want to say something about 9/11.
As I sit here happily blogging about the news that I will be moving out of culver city (I’ve only been here for 2 weeks) and movin on up (to downtown) I noticed the date on the previous post: 9/11/2011. I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about that morning, 10 years ago.
I was getting ready to make the long hike up the 405, 101 and 118 from West Los Angeles to Chatsworth so I could build websites for a well known ink and toner manufacture. It was barely 7am and the phone was ringing. This was back when I had a landline and the Caller ID displayed “Andrea Axelman.” It was rare to hear from my mom so early in the morning. I answered immediately to her panicked cry, I asked what’s wrong.
“YOU DON”T KNOW?! We are under attack. Turn on the TV. They are blowing up New York!”
Who is?
“Arafat, the PLO, they blew up the World Trade Center…”
I don’t remember the rest of the conversation. I don’t think there was much. I sat and watched. I sat and watched the second plane hit the tower and bring it down.