Today is the anniversary of 9-11. Right now we’re very caught up in all the drama of the upcoming political election, even those of us who are not normally politically-minded. But it’s September again and this anniversary really brings a lot of things to mind.
What were you doing when it happened?
At the time, I was driving to work in downtown Los Angeles and heard about it on the radio. I didn’t watch TV so the first I heard of it was on the morning shock-jock radio program. I thought it was a joke. Certainly not a very funny one, so I turned the radio station….but they were talking about it, too. I was galvanized. What? We were attacked? By who? This was insanity. The stories were pouring in of other aircrafts. It was frightening and nerve-wracking. I remember getting to work and everyone on the whole floor was in the conference room watching the feeds on television. No one was working. They sent us home to be with our families.
What happened to the ‘war on terror’?
I don’t want to get political…even though I know this is a forum where I can actually get political and shout my political viewpoints from the rafters – but even I’m not sure what my opinion is. It’s hard to have a viewpoint on the war on terror when I’m not actually in Iraq or Afghanistan. What do I know? I’m not a military strategist. That means I have to put complete faith in what the government and our media is telling us. I’m not a conspiracy-theorist but I’m not naive enough to believe everything I’m told. I do know what happend on 9-11 isn’t right and stand up for our country. We need to find Osama Bin Laden.
What does the 9-11 Anniversary mean?
I think it means we need to honor the lives that were lost and honor them…this is the spirit behind this memorial. But those are just my thoughts. What are yours?
On a more light-hearted note…today is the 25th Anniversary of the Cabbage Patch Kids doll. Now, I’m not into these now, but when I was 6 years old when they came out…they were the shizznit. I destinctly remember my Mom going at Midnight or waiting in line, being on wait lists, buying them from shifty men on corners in skeezy parts of town in order to get me one for Christmas. Ahh..the memories. I ended up with three that year! It was awesome. One of my best Christmases ever. Via la extravaganza!