On September 8, 2001, I was in Oklahoma City to cover the annual conference of the Association of Booksellers in the mid-south to Publishers Weekly. My wife came with me out of curiosity and a desire to see the memorial, which opened recently to the 168 people killed when Timothy McVeigh planted a bomb in a truck in front of Mora, on April 19, 1995, at the time, in the deadliest terrorist attack in U.S. history. The memorial - which consists of gates bronze giant, reflecting pool, and a field of chairs empty - was moving dramatically; see at night, lit from under the chairs and look as if they were floating, making it look like a concert hall to the public that will not reach .
Later, as was checking my carry-on through the metal detector at the airport in Oklahoma City when he was suspended for my wife that the security seemed tough, and particularly to a small town like this, then, when I had to eat from the grill franchise airport using plastic utensils, and complained to me. Began two days later, as I watched the fall of the twin towers of the World Trade Center from the window in my office in New York, to understand what she meant: lady behind the counter was in response to a brief, but not sympathetic to "terrorism, sweetheart."
September 11, 2001
Many of us who have worked in Publishers Weekly and the witnesses that day. And had offices at 17 Street and 8th Street about a mile or two, Uptown, and we had a south-facing windows, and this gives us a complete picture as the first tower fell, and shortly thereafter, and the second.
I was one of the first in the office that morning, and there a little early for the 9:00 meeting, but my phone rang moments after I sat at my desk in my room. My wife was telling me to go look out the window since the television was the report that I asked where was the call from "a small plane had hit the World Trade Center." - My wife works in University Street, two blocks from the World Trade Center - but it was still in the house, and, fortunately, late for work.
Someone turned on the TV screen in the conference hall and people with breathless reports about the crash in Washington and Pennsylvania. People feared hijacked another plane, and some concern about one hit the Empire State Building or the rainbow room, where books, Warner had planned to launch by Jack Welch, Straight from the gut.
Word reached us that St. Vincent's Hospital in nearby volunteers wanted to go and donate blood, as they had expected a wave of survivors. One of the editors of women stood at the window crying and distraught; Editor male, a native New Yorker, which you use the towers to direct his whole life on the island itself - and continued to frequent repetition, "he's gone, I can not believe ... it's just gone."
Someone came from behind and St. Vincent and said no one was coming from the site of the fallen towers. There were not waves of the survivors and the wounded. Eventually, people started trying to put arrangements in a fair and get home.