A Lifetime Of Memories * 9/11 forever

I lived less than 9 minutes away from the World Trade Center.

For me, the WTC Plaza and the bookstore there, were some of my safe spaces, safe places, in my own city.   They were places to retreat to, to see concerts in, to enjoy ‘the city’ without venturing too far into the city. MD,  Look at the pciash as per j.

I loved the Borders book store that was on the first level there.   You could go in there, after being in the plaza, and just read and read.  And you’d find the best books.  Yes, you could spend a few hours in there.   Thankfully, I was not in the bookstore there , that day.

You could sit at the tables, on benches there in the plaza, for lunch, either bring your own lunch or go to Krispy Creme on the ground level and get some of the best donuts.

You could just be there, and enjoy the peace, nobody bothering you.  Most of the people there in the plaza were just tourists or those that lived here, and or citizens; There were children , toddlers, teens and adults, and senior citizens from all countries, from all cities and states. It was a good mix; it was just part of America, right there, in the World Trade Center, a meeting place, a gathering place, a shopping place.   And there were restaurants,  and of course, underneath it all, ran the subway.

That dreaded subway on September 11th.     Yes, there were trains headed for there and trains almost right there.   And some of the fortunate people there – their trains hadn’t even entered the area yet.    There were busses in the underground tunnels.   As it happened, the moments it happened, and after the smoke was permeating the entire area both above ground and below ground, there were cars and busses in the tunnels that were underground, and as we say, underwater.

The city tunnel went across the ocean there  under the ground, deep , deep underground.  I can not even imagine what it was like to be there, stuck in those trains.  The only thing more horrible would be to be in the buildings, and watching the buildings collapse.

On that day, I knew that all the phone lines would be blocked.   They were needed for the emergency service workers and for the police, fire department and security to be able to get through on those telephone lines — at least the ones that were open, that had connections still.

Meanwhile, under the ground, in the tunnel, there was a few train cars –just stuck, just stopped.   They stopped cold in their tracks…and the people sitting on the trains just sat for hours — without even knowing why the trains stopped.   Most that were in the subway cars, had no phone connections down there.  But there was one or two, their phones still worked, and they were able to get the word.     The World Trade Center was hit.   The buildings were collapsing.   But this was hours later, when they were able to get that connection, on that train.

On the bridge, the Brooklyn Bridge, after a long while , many thousands approached the bridge and tried to cross it on foot.   Thousands, walking, over the bridge.   All of a sudden, the bridge began to shake.  Ouch… what if this was another collapse.  What if this was a bomb, where do you run or do you run or do you just freeze?

The crush of people on the bridge that day was worse than the crush of people that were underground in the subway.   At least for a while, there was no panic underground.  You see, the people in NY are very familiar and very used to having the trains stop.  And they are used to not hearing any announcements, after all, even if you heard the announcements, you probably wouldn’t understand a word of it.  They talked so fast over those loud speakers.
So since the subway riders were so used to having the trains stall here and there, practically every month , if not more, they really didn’t panic at the beginning.  In the beginning, it was business as usual.   “Oh, another stall; another stalled train; what else is new”?

UNTIL, until one person with a phone cot the connection and was able to find out what was wrong.    And then, I don’t know, I guess that would have panicked some people.

The adults, the kids in the elevators of the buildings at World Trade Center, those kids and those adults remained calm and cool , as much as possible.   Eventually, everyone learned the easy way or the hard way what horrible thing happened that day, what horrible, horrible crimes were committed that day.

And everyone,    totally everyone,  kept those memories for years later, and now for decades later.    Nobody forgot 9/11 .   I have quite a number of stories for 9…

Nobody will ever forget 9/11.

9/11 was a crime, and that’s an understatement.

Peaace    Merry Christmas



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ARTFROMPERRY I take photographs and tell stories with photographs, . Everything in these photographs is exactly as it is supposed to be. Blurred, from a distance, sharp or not, colors varied from the average. These are not photographic mistakes nor anything to be corrected. These are exactly as I want them to be seen. As a pastime, I produce and direct television programs in parts of New York City, NYS USA UPDATE: Due to covid hitting our city, I temporarily stopped producing television since the studio required that we sign a seemingly illegal covid contract in order to have access to the studio. Considering a lawsuit to get the program back on the air again .

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