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In article <hdpci0$esi$1@reader1.panix.com>, Hyfler/Rosner
<relfyh@rcn.com> wrote:

> "J.D. Baldwin" <INVALID_SEE_SIG@example.com.invalid> wrote 
> in message news:hdp2o7$q1u$2@reader1.panix.com...
> >
> > In the previous article, Way Back Jack <here@home.org> 
> > wrote:
> >> 9/11
> >
> > Read about it here.
> 
> 
> I agree.  Fascinating reading.  Many of us came to 
> alt.obituaries for our information.  I heard about it first, 
> though, because a friend of mine was staying in the hotel at 
> the WTC.  He called me and asked what he should do.  I told 
> him to get the fuck out of there.*  Then I turned on the TV. 
> I hadn't left for work yet.  I can distinctly remember the 
> idiot on the news station saying after the second plane hit 
> that there must be serious problems at air traffic control 
> this morning.
> 
> My colleagues who get to work on time were rewarded with a 
> view from the window of the towers burnng and falling.
> 
> *a year later, he was able to pick up his travel bag, which 
> he left behind.  It looked like it had been gone over with a 
> fine-tooth comb.
> 
> JFK
> 
> 5th grade.  Coming into the classroom after art class.  The 
> loudspeaker was on and turned to the radio.  We figured it 
> out from there.  Very dramatic.
> 
> Buddy Holly
> 
> No memory.

WTC

I was asleep.  My wife, who'd gotten up early, woke me up and turned on
the bedroom TV.  At that point, only the first plane had gone in.  The
north tower had this gigantic hole in it, and the first thing I thought
was, how the hell are they going to fix that?  My initial presumption
that this was some sort of horrible accident and that the tower might
be repairable seems horribly naive in retrospect.

JFK

Sixth grade.  We were going through yet another reading-comprehension
test from a firm called SRA.  They gave these stupid tests to
everybody, regardless of their reading level.  The head nun got on the
p.a. and got the younger half of the school into the church and the
older half into the auditorium below it, where we were going to have a
regular root-for-Jesus assembly that afternoon anyway.  She said
nothing about JFK.  In the auditorium, the head nun tried to tell us
what was going on but she was crying, and so she was hard to
understand.  I think we understood that JFK was dead, because I recall
trying to remember the vice president's name, and that it took me a
moment.  The cross-eyed nun in charge of the sixth grade accused either
me or someone near me of smiling, but to this day I have no idea who
she was angry at because, well, she was really, really cross-eyed. 
Then they brought us up to the church, above the auditorium, to say a
rosary.  All I wanted to do was go home, ask my mom if she knew about
any of this, and try to get some news.  Instead, we all sat in the
church for an hour while a priest from eastern Europe tried to tell us
what was going on (utterly failing to make himself clear) and led the
rosary-mantra for about an hour.  Finally, after all of that, they let
us leave.  Incredibly frustrating.  You can date a lot of my
disaffection for Catholic stuff from that afternoon.  Seriously.

Buddy Holly, Etc.

Don't remember it at all.  George Reeves died about four months later,
though, and I do remember that pretty well.