These are the final entries to be included in my 9/11 series. Things never got back to normal. Nope, there was a new normal in town and it wore camouflage and an assault rifle. In the weeks and months that followed 9/11 the city was locked down pretty tight. Police and militarymen were in the subways, on the bridges, in the tunnels, and at the airport. Everyone was suspicious of everyone else.
At home, my housemates still had no word on their brother and were now faced with the reality that he may never return. Their story was similar to many. Talk to anyone who lived in the city when the attacks occurred and they would probably tell you a story of someone they knew who died in the attack.
I will never forget my experiences, or the people who supported me. Mil gracias a todos.
Friday, September 28, 2001: You know, I thought today would be a total waste, turns out I was almost correct. I got to work and did the usual. Ran into Harold Dow at 6:30AM. Apparently he got there early because Giuliani has forced drivers to come in the city with atleast two people in the car. It doesn’t start until a little later in the morning so Harold came in before the rule took affect. I didn’t get a single new story today. The London kid story resurfaced and then died a few hours later. Laura didn’t want to talk about that day in Cape Town. Too bad, she has come so far. The Summers story died as well. Ken and Nadine didn’t want to do TV.
It’s been two weeks since the towers fell, and a lot has happened since then. The terrorist plot is beginning to unfold. Afghanistan has become a U.S. military target as a result of Bin Laden’s 9/11 involvement. And, my roommates’ brother is still missing.
During the day it was 9/11 all the time. In the evening there were many discussions about the pending war, about life as we knew it changing forever, but mostly about Mike. His childhood, his humor, and his bravery during the 9/11 attacks. The worst part about those conversations was that while no one had given up hope, their faces told a very different story.
Wednesday, September 26, 2001: Hmm..today. Yeah, uh the weather was cool when I woke up. I had my window open and opted to take a couple extra minutes to lie in bed and do nothing. And, I thought of nothing. Basically I stared at the ceiling with blank eyes. I got to work a little later today. Something like 6:30AM. Was pretty pumped about maybe getting out to Ground Zero. The day ended up yielding nothing. Three days of nothing this week. What a fucking waste of time. I’m beginning to zone out the digging that’s going on in Lower Manhattan. Giuliani made the decision today to ban people (not press because we aren’t normal people) from taking pictures for their own personal use. He called it a crime scene, not a tourist attraction.