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15 Years Later: September 11, 2001 Attacks on NYC, DC, VA (1 Viewer)

Did they go into how many have lost their lives since as a result of health damage from working on the pile?
No, it was interviews with surviving firefighters who talked about moments from the day of 9/11 and fallen colleagues from that day, and later it interviewed children of some of the fallen FDNY who became firefighters themselves. At the end of the show it said to tune in to 60 Minutes Overtime regarding survivors and surviving first responders who have been battling health issues at a growing rate over the last twenty years.
Disappointing. It's a huge health crisis for them, and has been since that day. Deserves more than... check online for yada yada.

We had a fire in 2010 and I rode up in the ambulance afterwards with a few fire fighters who had also gotten hurt. Thanked them profusely for working on our fire, but also for 9/11. They all talked about... they had a name for what everybody was getting from having worked on the pile... "The cruds" or something better than that. Basically said it affected every single person down there... whether or not it was lethal. Everybody has respiratory problems above and beyond what normal firefighters deal with.
 
Read this today

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This man's name is Rick Rescorla.

22 years ago today, Rick disobeyed orders, and saved 2700 lives.

Rick was the head of security for Morgan Stanley in the South Tower of the World Trade Center. He warned that the Towers' basements were vulnerable to attack. His warnings fell on deaf ears.

Then the 1993 attack happened, and people started listening to him. After that attack, Rick implemented regular evacuation drills, using his megaphone to direct the thousands of employees out of their offices, down the stairwells, and out of the building to safety.

Born in Cornwall, Rick would sing Welsh and Cornish songs from his megaphone, as he directed the employees out of the building. He would routinely tell all of the employees: in an emergency, no matter what chaos is happening around you, no matter what anyone tells you, leave your offices, go down the stairwells, and leave the building.

Rick told his wife Susan that he suspected another attack on the World Trade Center would happen, this time by air.

And 22 years ago today, on September 11, 2001, that attack happened. When the first plane hit the North Tower, the Port Authority announced over the South Tower's speaker system "Please do not leave the building. This area is secure."

Rick ignored them. "The dumb sons of b------s told me not to evacuate," he said to his best friend Dan. "They said it's just Building One. I told them I'm getting my people the f--k out of here."
And so Rick picked up his megaphone as he had done so many times before, told his employees not to listen to the orders, and directed them out of the building.
His Cornish songs helped keep their nerves calm as they evacuated, even after the second plane hit their Tower.

Once he had successfully evacuated his employees, Rick went back to look for survivors. But first, he called his wife Susan. "Stop crying. I have to get these people out safely. If something should happen to me, I want you to know I've never been happier. You made my life." Rick rushed back to the South Tower.

That was the last time anyone saw him alive.

All but 6 of the more than 2700 Morgan Stanley employees survived. Had they obeyed the Port Authority, they would all be dead.

Thankfully, they listened to Rick instead. Rest in Peace, Rick. Thank you for your service.
 
Did they go into how many have lost their lives since as a result of health damage from working on the pile?
No, it was interviews with surviving firefighters who talked about moments from the day of 9/11 and fallen colleagues from that day, and later it interviewed children of some of the fallen FDNY who became firefighters themselves. At the end of the show it said to tune in to 60 Minutes Overtime regarding survivors and surviving first responders who have been battling health issues at a growing rate over the last twenty years.
Disappointing. It's a huge health crisis for them, and has been since that day. Deserves more than... check online for yada yada.

We had a fire in 2010 and I rode up in the ambulance afterwards with a few fire fighters who had also gotten hurt. Thanked them profusely for working on our fire, but also for 9/11. They all talked about... they had a name for what everybody was getting from having worked on the pile... "The cruds" or something better than that. Basically said it affected every single person down there... whether or not it was lethal. Everybody has respiratory problems above and beyond what normal firefighters deal with.
They have done some segments in the past about the cancer rise and respiratory illnesses in survivors of 9/11.
 
The news broke to me via listening to Howard Stern..... i remember a bunch of people sitting in my cube listening because he was honestly one of the first to report what was going on
Same. Pretty sure they (or maybe it was a caller) mentioned bin Laden shortly after the 2nd plane hit.
 
Read this today

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This man's name is Rick Rescorla.

22 years ago today, Rick disobeyed orders, and saved 2700 lives.

Rick was the head of security for Morgan Stanley in the South Tower of the World Trade Center. He warned that the Towers' basements were vulnerable to attack. His warnings fell on deaf ears.

Then the 1993 attack happened, and people started listening to him. After that attack, Rick implemented regular evacuation drills, using his megaphone to direct the thousands of employees out of their offices, down the stairwells, and out of the building to safety.

Born in Cornwall, Rick would sing Welsh and Cornish songs from his megaphone, as he directed the employees out of the building. He would routinely tell all of the employees: in an emergency, no matter what chaos is happening around you, no matter what anyone tells you, leave your offices, go down the stairwells, and leave the building.

Rick told his wife Susan that he suspected another attack on the World Trade Center would happen, this time by air.

And 22 years ago today, on September 11, 2001, that attack happened. When the first plane hit the North Tower, the Port Authority announced over the South Tower's speaker system "Please do not leave the building. This area is secure."

Rick ignored them. "The dumb sons of b------s told me not to evacuate," he said to his best friend Dan. "They said it's just Building One. I told them I'm getting my people the f--k out of here."
And so Rick picked up his megaphone as he had done so many times before, told his employees not to listen to the orders, and directed them out of the building.
His Cornish songs helped keep their nerves calm as they evacuated, even after the second plane hit their Tower.

Once he had successfully evacuated his employees, Rick went back to look for survivors. But first, he called his wife Susan. "Stop crying. I have to get these people out safely. If something should happen to me, I want you to know I've never been happier. You made my life." Rick rushed back to the South Tower.

That was the last time anyone saw him alive.

All but 6 of the more than 2700 Morgan Stanley employees survived. Had they obeyed the Port Authority, they would all be dead.

Thankfully, they listened to Rick instead. Rest in Peace, Rick. Thank you for your service.

I've read this account a dozen times. I worked for Morgan Stanley during 9/11 and worked on the 61st floor in the South Tower of the WTC for most of the month of March of 2001. During my time there, I met Rick and several of the other MStanley security just in the course of my daily routine there. I can't lie and say we were friends, but I knew who he was and met him briefly during our new colleague briefings. I have no clue how anyone in their right mind at Port Authority could've thought to do anything but evacuate. Thank god Rick had the common sense to do it anyway.

It's still sobering to this day to realize that what happened to the victims of 9/11 could have happened to me...to anyone in those buildings...or other tall buildings...or anyone who was on a plane that day. Literally a roll of the dice determined so many people's fates. It really makes you think to never take any day for granted.
 
History Channel, for all of its ills, does a good job with this date. Non-narrated docs. I watch every year. My wife and son can't handle the anxiety it causes, but I have let them know this is how I never forget. Raw. Painful. But THE most important date on the calendar for me as an an American. We have an enemy/enemies. And it's not us.
 

Big rain yesterday, and twin rainbows appear on 9/11

That's awesome. I was, ironically, driving into NYC on Monday night for an investor conference and saw the lights shining up into the sky. The rain that came through made them stand out a lot more than a clear night. It was pretty breathtaking.
 
What a day that was.

I'll never forget it.
Definitely. I was - for all intents and purposes - on a business trip that week. I was splitting time between NorCal/SoCal and happened to be in NorCal. Had to hitch a ride with an ex-roommate back to SoCal once the work week was over.

And here 23 years later I'm headed out on a business trip to Texas. Currently at the airport... business as usual here but definitely on my mind!
 
Trying to teach my 9 year old about 9/11, in large part because we’re doing a family trip (surprise for him) to NYC at end of year. Tried for an hour last night to find the video of Letterman’s first night back and couldn’t (copyright I guess). If anyone can find a link to that powerful 2-3 minute monologue so I can share it with him (it brings me to tears every time), I’d greatly appreciate it.
 
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Trying to tech my 9 year old about 9/11, in large part because we’re doing a family trip (surprise for him) to NYC at end of year. Tried for an hour last night to find the video of Letterman’s first night back and couldn’t (copyright I guess). If anyone can find a link to that powerful 2-3 minute monologue so I can share it with him (it brings me to tears every time), I’d greatly appreciate it.
I don't remember it... share with the class if you get it
 
Trying to tech my 9 year old about 9/11, in large part because we’re doing a family trip (surprise for him) to NYC at end of year. Tried for an hour last night to find the video of Letterman’s first night back and couldn’t (copyright I guess). If anyone can find a link to that powerful 2-3 minute monologue so I can share it with him (it brings me to tears every time), I’d greatly appreciate it.
I don't remember it... share with the class if you get it

Not sure how to link from my phone, but if you do a Reddit search for “all copies of Dave letterman 9/11 monologue taken down” someone posted a link to their google drive with a choppy version of it, but still works and hits home.

The story he tells about Choteau, Montana always brings me to tears.
 
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What a day that was.

I'll never forget it.
No one should
I remember every detail of that day with slow motion like memories. I was on vacation getting ready for a kayak tour. So sad. It is sad to think that more have died from complications related to that day then actually died on that day. So many ordinary people were heros that day and our country was United in one common bond. That patriotic spirit has sadly disappeared. Many have forgotten and a whole generation has grown up not even knowing that experience.
 
The network coverage began when the first plane hit the North Tower of the World Trade Center, and for the next four days, all regular network programming and the commercials shown during those shows were suspended.

On the night of Sept. 17, talk show host David Letterman returned to television with the “Late Show.” Letterman was the first late-night talk host to come back on the air.

Letterman’s show opened quietly, without his opening theme music. He told his audience he wanted to say a few things about the attacks before any guests came out.

The roughly eight minutes of television that followed would become some of the most memorable in the days after the attacks on the country.

Letterman’s company has taken the video down from social media, but below is the transcript of his monologue from that night:


“Thank you very much.

“Welcome to the ‘Late Show.’ This is our first show on the air since New York and Washington were attacked, and I need to ask your patience and indulgence here because I want to say a few things, and believe me, sadly, I’m not going to be saying anything new, and in the past week others have said what I will be saying here tonight far more eloquently than I’m equipped to do.

“But, if we are going to continue to do shows, I just need to hear myself talk for a couple of minutes, and so that’s what I’m going to do here.

“It’s terribly sad here in New York City. We’ve lost five thousand fellow New Yorkers, and you can feel it. You can feel it. You can see it. It’s terribly sad. Terribly, terribly sad. And watching all of this, I wasn’t sure that I should be doing a television show, because for twenty years we’ve been in the city, making fun of everything, making fun of the city, making fun of my hair, making fun of Paul... well...

“So, to come to this circumstance that is so desperately sad, I don’t trust my judgment in matters like this, but I’ll tell you the reason that I am doing a show and the reason I am back to work is because of Mayor Giuliani.

“Very early on, after the attack, and how strange does it sound to invoke that phrase, ‘after the attack?’, Mayor Giuliani encouraged us — and here lately implored us — to go back to our lives, go on living, continue trying to make New York City the place that it should be. And because of him, I’m here tonight.

“And I just want to say one other thing about Mayor Giuliani: As this began, and if you were like me, and in many respects, God, I hope you’re not. But in this one small measure, if you’re like me, and you’re watching and you’re confused and depressed and irritated and angry and full of grief, and you don’t know how to behave and you’re not sure what to do and you don’t really... because we’ve never been through this before... all you had to do at any moment was watch the mayor. Watch how this guy behaved. Watch how this guy conducted himself. Watch what this guy did. Listen to what this guy said. Rudolph Giuliani is the personification of courage.”

(Applause)

“And it’s very simple... there is only one requirement for any of us, and that is to be courageous, because courage, as you might know, defines all other human behavior. And I believe, because I’ve done a little of this myself, pretending to be courageous is just as good as the real thing. He’s an amazing man, and far, far better than we could have hoped for. To run the city in the midst of this obscene chaos and attack, and also demonstrate human dignity... my God... who can do that? That’s a pretty short list.

“The twenty years we’ve been here in New York City, we’ve worked closely with police officers and the firefighters and...”

(Applause)

“...And fortunately, most of us don’t really have to think too much about what these men and women do on a daily basis, and the phrase ‘New York’s finest and New York’s bravest,’ you know, did it mean anything to us personally, firsthand? Well, maybe, hopefully, but probably not. But boy, it means something now, doesn’t it? They put themselves in harm’s way to protect people like us, and the men and women, the firefighters and the police department who are lost are going to be missed by this city for a very, very long time. And I, and my hope for myself and everybody else, not only in New York but everywhere, is that we never, ever take these people for granted... absolutely never take them for granted.”

(Applause)

“I just want to go through this, and again, forgive me if this is more for me than it is for people watching, I’m sorry, but uh, I just, I have to go through this, I’m...

“The reason we were attacked, the reason these people are dead, these people are missing and dead, and they weren’t doing anything wrong, they were living their lives, they were going to work, they were traveling, they were doing what they normally do. As I understand it — and my understanding of this is vague at best — another smaller group of people stole some airplanes and crashed them into buildings. And we’re told that they were zealots, fueled by religious fervor... religious fervor. And if you live to be a thousand years old, will that make any sense to you? Will that make any (expletive) sense? Whew.

“I’ll tell you about a thing that happened last night. There’s a town in Montana by the name of Choteau. It’s about a hundred miles south of the Canadian border. And I know a little something about this town. It’s 1,600 people. 1,600 people. And it’s an ag-business community, which means farming and ranching. And Montana’s been in the middle of a drought for... I don’t know... three years? And if you’ve got no rain, you can’t grow anything. And if you can’t grow anything, you can’t farm, and if you can’t grow anything, you can’t ranch, because the cattle don’t have anything to eat, and that’s the way life is in a small town. 1,600 people.

“Last night at the high school auditorium in Choteau, Montana, they had a rally — home of the Bulldogs, by the way — they had a rally for New York City. And not just a rally for New York City, but a rally to raise money... to raise money for New York City. And if that doesn’t tell you everything you need to know about the... the spirit of the United States, then I can’t help you. I’m sorry.”

(Applause)

“And I have one more thing to say, and then, thank God, Regis is here, so we have something to make fun of.

“If you didn’t believe it before — and it’s easy to understand how you might have been skeptical on this point — if you didn’t believe it before, you can absolutely believe it now...

“New York City is the greatest city in the world.”

(Lengthy applause)

“We’re going to try and feel our way through this, and we’ll just see how it goes... take it a day at a time. We’re lucky enough tonight to have two fantastic representatives of this town, Dan Rather and Regis Philbin, and we’ll be right back.”

Here's the link but links always seem to move around, get removed, etc. so I thought I'd just quote the entire text.
 
Today is a day of remembrance for all the victims of the attack and those who served/sacrificed during the aftermath. Today is likely hitting a little harder for some due to the emotions from recent events. I know I am still processing it all myself. I really do have faith in this country that we can get back on the right track, but understand it will not happen overnight. Thoughts and prayers go out to everyone today.
 
1st time in a few years the day didnt sneak up on me. Usually reminded by seeing the towers of light from our apartment.

Such an awful day on such a beautiful day. I know I've commented, but when the weather finally cooled this summer, that first non humid, gorgeous late summer day illicted heavy sensory/emotional memories to 9/11... As it does every year.
 
1st time in a few years the day didnt sneak up on me. Usually reminded by seeing the towers of light from our apartment.

Such an awful day on such a beautiful day. I know I've commented, but when the weather finally cooled this summer, that first non humid, gorgeous late summer day illicted heavy sensory/emotional memories to 9/11... As it does every year.

Yes, exactly. I know I've told this story a million times, but I had been working my tail off on a project that was due by Friday that week. I live (and then too) here in Indiana. The heat and humidity had been insufferable right up to the day before. I had been making an effort to get to work before 7 AM (usually I get in between 8 and 8:30.) So, I arrive at the office, I gather my things from my car, I head towards the door, and I just stopped and looked up at the sky and I thought "wow, what a gorgeous day, the temperature is perfect, etc." And as I stood there, I thought "dummy, you have a lot a work to do. . . .it can wait, just appreciate the moment for once."

This probably doesn't belong here, but I feel somewhat compelled to be bold today but as a practicing Catholic, each day, at least twice a day, I say a few prayers. I ask God for forgiveness, I pray for my family, wife's family, neighbors, friends, enemies, the souls of those in our families, around us, those we know and those we don't that have passed away, people who love us and hate us equally. I pray for people who disagree as well as agree with my views equally. It used to really bother me that people made fun of me, my faith, my beliefs but I think it did because I was insecure, unsure or perhaps my faith was too shallow? I'm not sure but those days are behind me. I pray for tolerance, that we unite and embrace peace and that we try to love and accept each other every day. Sorry for the diversion.
 
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As a Catholic hs teacher, harder to relate 9/11 to the students now since it was 24 yrs ago. Only when I ask if any parents served in the military do they start to come around to the significance. Had a student today whose dad flew C-130s in the Middle East during Iraq/Afghanistan.
 
I was barely a month into my new job at Walter Reed, was finally getting a handle on having a family (my boys were 3 and 2) and the perfect crispness of a wonderful early Fall day complemented my mood.

As the story of the first plane started filtering in, we were thinking it was a small, personal plane, but as we got more details and the second plane hit, everyone began speculating about terrorists. Not long after one of the more smart-alecky soldiers made a reference to Top Gun and buzzing the tower, the news broke about the Pentagon getting hit, at which point all the soldiers in our department disappeared, responding to emergency lockdown orders. In short order, all non-essential personnel were ordered to leave, and though I was non-essential, I agreed to stay to provide a token presence for our department (and avoid the pending horrific traffic jam getting out of DC). I called my wife, who was watching our boys as well as two of our nephews, aged 2 and 1. They were watching Barney so my wife had no idea what was going on.

On a more :tinfoilhat:note, when one of the networks went from speculating about bin Laden to showing live footage of a supposed nighttime attack by the Taliban, it felt a little 'off' to me that they were able to catch our new enemy in action on cue.

When I got home, I felt an instinctive pull to be with other people, so we went out to dinner, not something we usually did at all, let alone on a Tuesday, but to me it felt important, almost like an act of defiance to be in a public place, doing something 'normal'.

To me, even though we've had many similar crisp September mornings, none of them have felt as perfect as that one.
 
I know I've commented, but when the weather finally cooled this summer, that first non humid, gorgeous late summer day illicted heavy sensory/emotional memories to 9/11... As it does every year.
I had a vivid memory this Tuesday morning because it was such a gorgeous morning with the feel of autumn in the air, eerily like that Tuesday morning 24 years ago. Yesterday and today were similar but for some reason didn't hit me as strongly.

Of course everyone our age remembers the day vividly, but I'm kind of surprised how many people I know had pretty close encounters with the day, given that I'm outside of both NYC and DC's orbits. Coworkers stranded overseas when air travel shutdown. People at both EWR and PHL getting ready to fly when those airports closed. A coworker's son on the PATH train, another coworker who was in High School that day a stone's throw from where Flight 93 crashed. My younger sister was at Steven's at the time, and we dropped her back off at school on the 16th, and looking across the river at the wreckage was such a surreal experience for me.
 
9/11 was such a shocking and terrible event, but I remember in the aftermath this feeling of unity throughout the country that I have never seen. It was short-lived, but beautiful. I often find myself on this day wishing we could go back to that time minus the tragedy that preceded it. In the wake of recent events I fear we've learned nothing from our past.
 
I was barely a month into my new job at Walter Reed, was finally getting a handle on having a family (my boys were 3 and 2) and the perfect crispness of a wonderful early Fall day complemented my mood.

As the story of the first plane started filtering in, we were thinking it was a small, personal plane, but as we got more details and the second plane hit, everyone began speculating about terrorists. Not long after one of the more smart-alecky soldiers made a reference to Top Gun and buzzing the tower, the news broke about the Pentagon getting hit, at which point all the soldiers in our department disappeared, responding to emergency lockdown orders. In short order, all non-essential personnel were ordered to leave, and though I was non-essential, I agreed to stay to provide a token presence for our department (and avoid the pending horrific traffic jam getting out of DC). I called my wife, who was watching our boys as well as two of our nephews, aged 2 and 1. They were watching Barney so my wife had no idea what was going on.

On a more :tinfoilhat:note, when one of the networks went from speculating about bin Laden to showing live footage of a supposed nighttime attack by the Taliban, it felt a little 'off' to me that they were able to catch our new enemy in action on cue.

When I got home, I felt an instinctive pull to be with other people, so we went out to dinner, not something we usually did at all, let alone on a Tuesday, but to me it felt important, almost like an act of defiance to be in a public place, doing something 'normal'.

To me, even though we've had many similar crisp September mornings, none of them have felt as perfect as that one.
I had a reverse commute that day. I was at work in Rosslyn neighborhood of Arlington at the time. Heard the Pentagon blast, but was not sure what it was immediately (someone asked if a transformer blew out). After the second airplane, I said to someone in the office that I think it’s Bin Laden, and they looked at me like I was making a name up.

Lived in Foggy Bottom, and took the Metro back to DC (maybe not smart, but seemed like the terrorists were using other means). Eerie ride on the Metro — not the silence of people looking at their phones, but just stunned silence.

Interesting part of the day was when reports/rumors went around about a car bomb exploding outside the State Department. I could see it from my place in Foggy Bottom and knew false report with nothing to it. Of course, did not stop my mom frantically calling me crying when she saw that report and had to tell her false.
 
I remember this pretty vividly. I was a sophomore in HS. We had just gone to our 2nd period classes when another teacher came in and said that a 2nd plane had hit the WTC. Our teacher had turned on the tv and let us watch for about 30 mins then we had to talk about film (it was a film class)
 
I used to talk about the disorientation and disbelief of that day and I remember it now not because it was a seismic event but truthfully because I was in the throes of hard drugs and alcohol. I think maybe in the way I always retell the story with an emphasis on how I was feeling at the time that I've always smoothed over how numb I actually was to the attack. I was numb to the whole day. I wasn't even shocked or stunned. The people I worked with were constantly reminding people about the first attempted attack on the World Trade Center in the nineties. They would produce these inter-office memos and arguments called "On The Issues" and every so often the foreign policy hawks would put out one about the Middle East and terrorism. These guys were especially acerbic about the country's lack of any response to attacks on our military bases and equipment overseas. John Bolton, he of the Trump investigation, was on our eleventh floor and he liked to talk of carrots and sticks often when it came to Middle Eastern countries, only to him the carrot was not being bombed back into the Stone Ages. That was their treat for compliance.

Anyway, as I've aged I've begun to realize that maybe I've been giving the day a memory that gives it a total emotional resonance that really wasn't there in order to sanctify myself and insulate my soul from the very real numbness and guilt I felt later. I was so unproductive and drugged and already leaving the city. I was worried for my friends that worked at the Pentagon and furious that our country had been attacked by these horrendously cruel and barbaric medieval jihadists. I was a bit emotional but I wasn't distraught in the least. I wanted to turn Medina and then Mecca into a sheet of glass from a nuclear attack. That would have been unwise but I wanted to lay waste to everything and everyone in the region save for Israel. I wanted to give them the Dark Ages they so desperately craved and that they still seem to long for by their own admission and evidence that they themselves present.

I feel a great deal of sympathy for people born in heat like that with the poverty they're born into and the lack of education and stimulation they endure. But I knew the religion and its practices and I would have had no problem if the entire region were to disappear because I thought there was something wildly expansive at heart in the region and that it was incredibly sick, venal, and dangerous. I thought it would have been wise to use 2001 as the impetus and excuse to make sure that what is going on in Europe never would happen. And I thought that it was especially important that it didn't happen here when I'd be old because by then it would be too late. We seemed to have a problem jailing sadists and murderers (Marion Barry was still our mayor), never mind facing down something abstract like a religious orthodoxy that wishes us subservience or death.

So that's actually what was going through my mind then. There were tanks on the sidewalks outside our office. Security was massive. Everything was heightened and tightened for us. A few weeks later I gave notice at my job, got my back vacation pay, and continued flying about the city doing random ****, drugging and drinking for the next month or so. Then it was over. I remember it was always quiet downtown and I listened to Kid A by Radiohead, Mogwai's Rock Action, and System of A Down's Toxicity. And various hip hop acts. I would meet people out from other think tanks and we would talk foreign policy and save the world at 1:30 A.M. by figuring out what was to be done about it all. Then, come the beginning of November, I moved home and cleaned up. And that was really it. That was 9/11 to me.
 
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Senior in college. Living off campus. On my drive the news was talking about the first plane strike (and the speculation it might be an accident or whatever) when the second plane hit and the reporters knew we were being attacked. Parked car and ran to the student center where the TVs behind the front desk were playing a Saved by the Bell rerun. I was like, “you gotta change the channel.” Flipped on the news and the crowd of viewers grew and grew.

That evening my school had a candlelight vigil, and pictures of it went viral (for 2001) and I believe ended up in either the Post or the Times.
 

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