its 9/11 time, its 9/11 time…

 so the its been ten years since 9/11.  i am mentally preparing myself to see the buildings come falling down repeatedly over the next week or so.  i am mentally steeling myself to see those planes slam into the buildings.  i am mentally preparing to see all the talking heads tell me what happened and what i felt that day and how i should feel.  i am getting ready to hear politicians pontificate about how much stronger we are as a nation and how we must come together and blah blah.  the rhetoric will, i’m sure become poetic, or at least attempt to be so, but will fail.  i was an active diary writer in 2001.  my diary was, i think, about seven months old.  you can go read those entries, luckily they didn’t get lost when the hacker got in did the hacking.  they’re there.  they’re raw.  to a degree, those entries are what wold now be called "live blogging" i remember watching the tv running to the computer, dialing in, remember dial up modems, and typing.  i have three or four entries for that day.  i lived in houston at the time.  its funny, actually, a few years back, i was driving around it was 9/11/, i dunno, 06, maybe.  and i remember seeing flags at half staff and i wondered what that was all about.  i can’t not think about it.  how often every day does the phrase ‘since 9/11" come up in conversation on the news?  at least once?  more?  i’ve already heard people, just this evening, while my mom and i were at dinner, ask each other ‘where were you?"  i was asleep.  my mom yelled for me to get up, a plane had just slammed into the world trade center.  i rolled over and went back to sleep.  i figured it was little cessna or something.  then she yelled that another plane had hit the world trade center.  i got out of bed.  you know what i did?  i grabbed a vhs tape, put it in the vcr and pushed record.  the first 45 minutes or so are not watchable, i put it in the wrong vcr, the signal wasn’t very good.  there’s no picture, but there is sound.  i guess, it is a historical document.  we have a "scrapbook’ of magazines, newspapers.  i’m sure a lot of people have them, too.