I missed 9/11. Seriously. It's a whole weird void for me.
I knew a little of what happened in the morning. I was at my best friends ranch preparing for three funerals that day. Her mom hates tv on a good day but the day of her husband, son and daughter-in-laws funerals, no tv in the house.
We got a few phone calls from people, but the ringing phone was freaking her out a bit as well so we only took a few calls before we shut the ringers off. The ranch foreman was freaking out because his wife was in Texas and there were rumors of bombs going off there and he couldn't reach her.
After the funeral I packed up and started driving home. The ranch is on the north side of Mt. Shasta so I had quite a long ride. Once I got down into cell phone reception Maddy's dad started calling, fliping out. Ugh. So a long drive pepperd by insane paranoid phone calls. That was my 9/11 day. I didn't see any tv coverage until late that night. And by that time I think a lot had been edited down.
So I just have this huge disconnect for 9/11.
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