Thanks Raf, I appreciate it.

Bostowned – FYI, the Yanks had just played the Red Sox, at Yankee Stadium, on 9/9.

9/10 was an off-day and the White Sox were due in town on 9/11 to play in the Bronx.

Lee – that was part of the reason why I wanted to hustle home that day…to get to our two dogs. We thought my wife might be stuck on S.I. since there were reports that they were going to close the bridges…and I didn’t want to get stuck on the GSP or something and not be able to get home to take care of them, etc.

Nice writeup, Steve.

Glad to hear you were one of the lucky ones, MJ.

I was working and living in Brockport (NY) at the time. Anyone who listened to me knew how much I loved and missed the city (I was up there attending college, wanted and needed a change of scenery), so this attack I took personally. Spent the whole day trying to figure a way home, and eventually made it down a week later, I think. I do remember heading there and taking a lot of pictures. It was surreal.

I still have a couple of newspapers buried somewhere.

Im a NY’er from way back. My family moved out to Ohio when I was 7 but NY never really left the heart. Were all still NY team fans and return from time to time when we can. I made the trip this year to attend a game in the final year of Yankee stadium. The 2001 attacks have always hurt even though I was lucky enough not to have lost a loved one. I got a chilling reminder of the 9/11 events a few weeks ago when driving to NY. I havent been to the city in many years and upon approaching the tunnel in the early morning hours I found myself trying to get my barrings by looking for the towers. It took me a few seconds to realize what I was doing. That was an uneasy feeling. I think your right though, everyone will remember where they were, what they were doing, etc etc. I even remember some smells. I’ll never forget how all cell phones, even in Ohio, were not working.

I dont mean to be a pain but werent the Yanks in KC during 9/11?

“It just so happened that I had two tickets to the Yankees game that evening.”

Im pretty sure they were but it could be that they were stranded there waiting for a fleight home. I thought the Mets were in town? Having Piazza hit a dramatic 8th inning homer to give the Mets the lead and eventually the win?

I still think the lucky “person” that I know that day was my dog, Syracuse. How nice it must have been to lay there on the bed, have the TV on and be the only one of the 4 in the room (myself, my mother, brother and him) to not know what is going on.

Thanks Steve.

Getting away from the media is one thing I remember well from that period too. It definitely started driving me mad and making me panicky. So much rumour and garbage was printed as straight coverage of 11th september.

I worked on the west side at the time, albeit quite a few blocks north of the WTC, in the 30s. Ironically, I could get through on the phone to my family in Ireland but not my husband in Queens. It was a strange day as with no internet or phones we didn’t really have the full picture of what was going on – even after having physically been in Manhattan it was only after getting back home we saw it on TV and went “oh my god”. One of my colleagues at the time has a funny story of spending the day doing an inspection in a basement or subway or something, and emerging at around 3pm to find one guy in the whole skyscraper typing furiously on his computer and muttering that the world was ending.

Anyway, I think you’re probably right to keep the tickets. I have a copy of the 12 Sept NY Times which got dragged to Toronto with me, and every time I come across it I gasp a bit.

MJ – I had no idea you were there. Glad you were one of the lucky ones.

Patrick – thanks.