Well, actually, my 9/11 event started someplace over central Pennsylvania on 9/10/01. I was watching the moonrise over the hills thinking, "Holy crap, it can't get any better than this! We're hiring, I'm moving up the seniority list at a steady clip and I've got a long Boston layover this evening."
I land in BOS, find the hotel van and head to the Park Plaza with the captain. He's off to study for recurrent and I head down to the bar at McCormick and Schmick's downstairs for a friendly Samuel Adams and perhaps a story of local folklore from the bartender. Things felt good -- I'm not sure if it was the beer hitting my half empty stomach or a little euphoria from 3 1/2 hours of pondering on how I felt I had finally 'arrived'.
Kristie's sister was getting married the next weekend and I had to find a way to jumpseat down to Tampa because the flights were full and Kristie was pressing me to what my travel plans were.
All I knew was that I was going to use the moment, enjoy a frosty Samuel Adams IPA and just relax.
The next morning, my telephone is ringing off the hook.
"Dangit Kristie," I thought, "Don't you know I got in late last night and it's only 8:30am?"
I picked up the telephone and she said, "turn on the television, what's going on?"
I turned on the television the news was murmuring something about an aircraft hitting the world trade center and about how it was probably lost, yadda yadda yadda.
Then, live coverage as the second plane hit the towers.
"Weird, what the heck is going on? Hey, lemme call my so she knows I'm safe before she blows up my cellphone"
(and here's the controversial part, but it's true)
"...Geez, maybe this is what the Canadians in Montreal were all freaked out about before we departed last week."
"Huh?" Kristie said.
"Remember when I said that they were doing some positive bag to passenger match and doublechecking passports at the gate because of some crazy terrorist threat? Anyway, let me call my mom."
My brother Mike insinuated something about a hijacking.
"Nah, I dunno man... Gotta call the captain".
I call up Fred and say, "Fred, this is Doug, I'm not sure if we're going to be delayed today..."
Fred says "Huh?"
I tell him that a couple of planes hit the world trade center and how we're probably going to be delayed departing around noon.
"Ok, I'm going to go out for a jog, lemme know if you hear anything."
Holy crap. What the HELL is up?
I get a call from from scheduling about how the flight was cancelled and how the FAA had closed Boston Logan.
"I left a message on my captains machine about our flight being cancelled for the day and how we were to wait to be contacted."
About twenty minutes later Fred calls and says that he saw another captain and that we're all meeting downstairs at McCormick and Schmicks for "Happy Hour" at 1600.
I got dressed, went downstairs, but nothing felt the same.
I land in BOS, find the hotel van and head to the Park Plaza with the captain. He's off to study for recurrent and I head down to the bar at McCormick and Schmick's downstairs for a friendly Samuel Adams and perhaps a story of local folklore from the bartender. Things felt good -- I'm not sure if it was the beer hitting my half empty stomach or a little euphoria from 3 1/2 hours of pondering on how I felt I had finally 'arrived'.
Kristie's sister was getting married the next weekend and I had to find a way to jumpseat down to Tampa because the flights were full and Kristie was pressing me to what my travel plans were.
All I knew was that I was going to use the moment, enjoy a frosty Samuel Adams IPA and just relax.
The next morning, my telephone is ringing off the hook.
"Dangit Kristie," I thought, "Don't you know I got in late last night and it's only 8:30am?"
I picked up the telephone and she said, "turn on the television, what's going on?"
I turned on the television the news was murmuring something about an aircraft hitting the world trade center and about how it was probably lost, yadda yadda yadda.
Then, live coverage as the second plane hit the towers.
"Weird, what the heck is going on? Hey, lemme call my so she knows I'm safe before she blows up my cellphone"
(and here's the controversial part, but it's true)
"...Geez, maybe this is what the Canadians in Montreal were all freaked out about before we departed last week."
"Huh?" Kristie said.
"Remember when I said that they were doing some positive bag to passenger match and doublechecking passports at the gate because of some crazy terrorist threat? Anyway, let me call my mom."
My brother Mike insinuated something about a hijacking.
"Nah, I dunno man... Gotta call the captain".
I call up Fred and say, "Fred, this is Doug, I'm not sure if we're going to be delayed today..."
Fred says "Huh?"
I tell him that a couple of planes hit the world trade center and how we're probably going to be delayed departing around noon.
"Ok, I'm going to go out for a jog, lemme know if you hear anything."
Holy crap. What the HELL is up?
I get a call from from scheduling about how the flight was cancelled and how the FAA had closed Boston Logan.
"I left a message on my captains machine about our flight being cancelled for the day and how we were to wait to be contacted."
About twenty minutes later Fred calls and says that he saw another captain and that we're all meeting downstairs at McCormick and Schmicks for "Happy Hour" at 1600.
I got dressed, went downstairs, but nothing felt the same.