My husband and I were visiting family in northern CA. I woke up early and turned on the TV looking for the news. I ran into the Home Shopping Network which had a black background up with words to the effect “In light of the day’s events, we have cancelled all programming. Our prayers are with those affected.”
I remember wondering about that, actually stopping and reading that a couple times.
Then I finally found the news - CNN first I think and saw the WTC burning. I remember the ticker talking about planes hijacked - the pentagon hit... a plane missing... I was horrified, terrified, completely stunned & couldn’t make the connection between the pictures and the ticker - it seemed as if we were being hit on all fronts all over.
I immediately woke my husband up and told him we were under attack. We watched the unbearable images for awhile with some family while we called his family in Philly and mine in So CA. Checking in though you’re nowhere near the tragedy. I think it just helped to reach out & hear loved one’s voices. I struggled to get my mind around the fact that when the towers fell, LIVE, I was watching people die. Hundreds, thousands of people. All those children whose mommies & daddies were gone just then. Madness.
We watched until the networks began to replay it again & again, then drove to see my grandparents who lived another couple hours away. Regular radio programming had nearly ceased to exist. News from the Attacks was on nearly all the radio stations... except the rap stations. Isn’t that strange? We stopped to get gas and it was already on the front page of a paper, so we bought that one. At Grandma’s house, Fox News was on - they were watching it as well.
We stayed there briefly, then continued on our way to Big Sur (our original destination) where we stayed with no TV to watch within a couple hundred miles. Only AM radio and internet access during the day. Art Bell’s remote viewers at night detailing Bin Laden’s location and also predicting doom for the local nuclear plant.
Looking out over the Pacific and wondering if a flank from North Korea could be coming.
And the anthrax attacks... when they hit Reno, supposedly... it hit home.
The most surreal drive of my life. That's what I remember.