Post for Last Week

This time I can’t blame a lack of time for my missed blog post. It was just too difficult to find the words (and re-live the emotions) to write anything near the anniversary of the U.S.’s worst terrorist attack. How do you write about pop culture when all around you are reminders of that terrible day?

If you were cognizant of the world around you twenty years ago, I’m sure you remember where you were and how you learned of the tragedy. I was working as a nanny at the time, and at 9:00am was in my employer’s home. The children’s father called down from upstairs, “Turn on the TV!” and we watched in horror as the towers were struck, then fell. I had worn a T-shirt to work, as usual when I nannied—this one had the skyline of New York on it, including the Twin Towers. (I retired that T-shirt, packing it carefully away, and have never worn it again.)

It seemed everyone I saw on September 11 knew someone in New York or D.C. My daughter tried calling several of her friends and family, but could not get through; the cell phone tower normally in use had been on the North Tower building. Theme parks evacuated and closed early in the day, affecting many in the Central Florida area who worked there (including Guardians), sending an ominous message of potential danger yet to come. After work, I went to the print shop that was supplying the Guardian Yearbook and found that the second printing would be postponed. The owner was waiting for a part for the printer that would now be delayed, as all planes were grounded. He noticed my T-shirt and mentioned that he was concerned about a friend of his in New York.

The following Saturday, the Guardians had an already-scheduled meeting at my home, originally meant to celebrate the Yearbook and plan for the Club’s future. We had spent the past year in a sort of limbo, having lost our usual Club meeting place and newsletter editor and not yet found a replacement, so this was an important gathering for us. I posted a flyer on the front door: “Welcome—leave the mundane world outside.” Impossible, of course, but being surrounded by fellow fans/friends made it easier to believe we could return to a normal life. Twenty years on we still remember, as we always will, the ones who were lost and the heroes who tried to save them.

Well, waiting a week helped, as I almost made it through this post without tearing up. I’ll post something lighter tomorrow, I promise.

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