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At my age, it's getting hard to remember (and fairly tiresome, as well) where I was for many historical moments. From JFK until now, I remember each one vividly. In the case of 9/11/2001, I was in Chicago at a client site. When the news broke and we saw the second tower hit, the campus was shut down and I was left to my own devices.
I tool the train back to downtown, standing in the shadow of what was suddenly the tallest building in the nation and thinking I should keep moving. Took the Blue Line to ORD, but we were stopped at the Rosemont station (one shy of O'Hare) and told that the airport was already closed. Got a room at the Doubletree and tried to figure out my next move (if any).
Rental cars were completely sold out, so it was Amtrak to the rescue. Back downtown the next day (Wednesday), and got a seat to Flagstaff, where my wife drove up to meet me when we arrived on Friday afternoon. Three days in the same seat, same clothes, and no opportunity to shower. And a bar car we emptied by midday Thursday.
Spent the night in Flag and came home the next day. My schedule for the following week was cancelled (obviously), but I was back at the airport on Sunday the 23rd, on a very empty flight. Airports were like mausoleums for months.
I tool the train back to downtown, standing in the shadow of what was suddenly the tallest building in the nation and thinking I should keep moving. Took the Blue Line to ORD, but we were stopped at the Rosemont station (one shy of O'Hare) and told that the airport was already closed. Got a room at the Doubletree and tried to figure out my next move (if any).
Rental cars were completely sold out, so it was Amtrak to the rescue. Back downtown the next day (Wednesday), and got a seat to Flagstaff, where my wife drove up to meet me when we arrived on Friday afternoon. Three days in the same seat, same clothes, and no opportunity to shower. And a bar car we emptied by midday Thursday.
Spent the night in Flag and came home the next day. My schedule for the following week was cancelled (obviously), but I was back at the airport on Sunday the 23rd, on a very empty flight. Airports were like mausoleums for months.
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