Hum.. I was painting a car, shocker.
My boss came over to the paint booth and said a plain had hit the WTC. I was thinking that’s a shame, but not the end of the world.
If y’all remember, a short time before this, a guy with a cessna had flown his airplane into an IRS building because he was pissed at them.
So my boss tells me that it wasn’t a cessna, it was a passenger jet! I finished clearing the car in the booth and went to look on his little black and white tv he had in his office.
We were busy, so back to work I went. Then Jay (my boss at the time) comes back and tells me a second plane had hit the south tower. What the hell?.........
I sat with ten other guys huddled around Jay’s little tv watching wtf is going on. Some poor souls were leaping to their deaths because of the heat, I assumed.
Then a plane hit the pentagon.....

Another plane had crashed somewhere in the countryside. Then the first tower collapsed, oddly i was thinking what happens to these monster buildings when they no longer could be used? The second one fell.......Who knew how many lives had just been snuffed out? Those buildings must be able to hold ten thousand each, right? Jay said we could go if we wanted.
My tank was about empty, so I thought I’d gas up on the way home only to see a line of cars waiting to get gas. Everyone was sure the price of gas would go through the roof.
I went to the recruiting office because I wanted to be sure someone bad died for what was just done. It had been nine years since I got out. I was 39. The recruiter said 36 was the age limit........I wish I could describe that frustration.
My wife was still pregnant with my last child at the time, Anna. Maybe it was ”best” that I was too old to go back in.
So, nineteen years have gone by. Nineteen years. It can’t be, this just happened yesterday, right?