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DelMarVa's Premier Source for News, Opinion, Analysis, and Human Interest Contact Publisher Joe Albero at alberobutzo@wmconnect.com or 410-430-5349
14 comments:
At work; hard to believe this could happen in America.
WOW what a great song.
And if DEMOCRATS are ever voted back in as president AMERICA IS DONE.
Where is AOC ?
Yes. What a great song. Says it all.
I was at work, connected to the internet, and watched it in real time, as it was happening. Unbelievable even now. When the second plane struck the WTC, I turned to my co-worker and said we were under attack, and at war. There was no doubt in my mind, even without knowing about the other two planes.
I was in a small elementary school here on the shore - I remember panic and confusion as parents rushed to get their children.
This was really very moving. Thanks for posting. I'm trying to remember Daryl Worley's song. You should put that on, too, Joe.
8:56 Have you forgotten? That is the name of the song.
Freakin' AWESOME post! Thanks Joe and staff. Hate to cry in the morning, but 9/11 is no ordinary morning.
at work glued to the tv in total disbelief and shock that something like that could be happening at that magnitude. The worst thing since Pearl Harbor.
My 9/11 Story:
I was ready for a great day of golf that morning. My friend Myles had a MGA golf qualifying round that morning at Inwood Country Club in Brooklyn, NY, and he asked me to caddie for him. It was a beautiful crisp day without a cloud in the sky. We played a few holes into the golf course and we had a par 4 hole coming up that ran along the water. When we got to the tee I noticed one of the towers were on fire. We were only a few miles away from the towers looking over the bay or outlet from the river. Myles hooked a ball into the woods and he started heading to the woods to find his ball. As his caddie I should know where the ball was, so he yelled over, "Wayne do you know where my ball is?" I replied, "I have no idea, I am LOOKING at THAT!" Just as I said that I saw the second plane at a very high speed go around the towers and slam into the second tower. At first it just seemed to disappear into the tower, but in about 20 seconds later the tower was engulfed in flames. (I saw it hit the face of the tower, the explosion took place in the back). It was quite a spectacle. Both towers on fire. The first plane we thought was a mistake. We concurred, after the second plane hit, this was not a mistake. The golf tournament continued; (he was playing horribly) after we played 4 more holes. I heard a loud bang (kinda like a hammer hitting a piece of slate) and the ground shook a little. Immediately after we heard/felt that the tournament was called off, so we started walking over to the car, which was parked near the water. When we got over to the car we dropped the golf bag off and walked over to the shore. The first tower just fell. That was the noise! We both had friends and relatives that worked in the towers or around them. So, we run back to the car to listen to the radio to find out what was going on. The only channel we could get was Howard Stern, all the other channels were static. Stern knew about as much as we did. We tried to call people on our cell phones. Phones were not working. One of my brothers worked down there, Myles had a sister in-law working there. Later we found out they were okay.(I later found out my friend Jeff worked in the South Tower and he would have possibly died, but he showed up late for work because his wife needed help with his new born.) Let's just say it was a very trying night. That night I cried.
For the next two weeks everyone could smell the burning of electrical wiring and whatever else those fires spewed (I lived 40 miles away on Long Island.) We still did not know the death toll.
That;s what Obama would have done............kept on golfing!
On morning break at the Stephen Decatur high school in Berlin doing renovation work.
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