Instapundit gives us an idea as to what he was writing about that day. That got me to thinking.... On 9/9/01 I was at a baseball card show in Stratford, CT where I obtained a true American Hero, Bob Feller's autograph on his Little Black Book of Baseball Wisdom. Additionally, I also obtained an autograph from Mickey Rivers centerfielder, NYY (76-79 or thereabouts) and got to listen to him tell great stories about his former teammates. Believe it or not he actually said he was supposed to be on the plane with Thurman Munson in 1979. Who was I to argue.
I don't remember much about that Monday (9/10), except watching the Giants loose to the Broncos on Monday night football.
The following day (9/11) I woke up and had to go vote for my mother in the primaries for the City of Bridgeport Board of Education race, as I would have been disowned if I hadn't. She ultimately ended up winning as I think I had sown up the Golden Star vote for her. When I got to work about 7:30am I called her to say I voted, complained about the Giants and got set for a normal day of accounting close and subsequent forecast. I got a call from her about an hour later saying that a plane had crashed into the WTC. One of the guys I had worked with at the time ultimately lost a step brother in the WTC. As events unfolded I e-mailed two good friends of mine who I had worked with several years earlier at Warren, Gorham & Lamont in NYC to see if they were OK. Thank God they were, one responded that he felt like he was watching a Tom Clancy novel unfold from his office window. I still have hard copies of those e-mails at home. I am glad I kept them.
God bless those who perished and the ones they left behind.