Your Honor, thank you for this lovely quiz. I would've certainly liked to hear some Marvin Gaye, but hey, if you couldn't find a good clip, you couldn't find a good clip- can't really blame you for that. This is stellar, and a great way to remember 9/11.
I know everyone in the area has their own personal story, but if I may tell mine: I live in Northern New Jersey, about 15 miles from Ground Zero. I remember exactly where I was (high school physics class) when we learned of what had happened, and we spent the next hour or so just watching TV- seeing the Towers fall live- with no idea of how to feel. I mean, we were all stunned, of course, but we were also 16- we didn't know what to think about a calamity of that magnitude. Throughout the day, we heard a million different estimates about how many people had died. All after-school activities were cancelled, everyone was told to not use their cell phones (which was a written rule regardless, but one that was never actually said aloud) unless they needed to make sure a loved one in Manhattan was OK, and the talk in every class was about what to make of the tragedy that was unfolding before our eyes.
I live on a hill with a pretty good view of the city, and I had to walk down said hill after getting off the bus (guh, the bad old days of being too young to drive- I got my license about three months later). After crossing the slight incline that leads to the main downward slope, there it was- smoke pluming from the city where two large buildings had once stood against the skyline. They were buildings that I never really noticed while walking down the hill when they were there, but I definitely noticed that they were gone. I was totally jarred... it wasn't really horror, just complete amazement that such a thing had occurred. I literally stood in the middle of my street- there certainly weren't many cars on the road- with my mouth agape. I called my then-girlfriend, who is still my best friend, and even though she lives in South Jersey |