I was living in Chattanooga Tennessee and working for a manufacturer there. I’d taken to listening to Internet radio out of the UK, and my first clue that something was up actually came from the DJ who said something along the lines of, “We’re hearing reports of planes crashing into New York.”
The building I worked in was quite large. My office faced the manufacturing floor, though I had no windows, which was why I’d started listening to Internet radio in the first place – no signal could reach me. I tried searching the Internet for what the DJ was talking about and couldn’t get news sites to load. Me being me, I walked down to the IT department, to the head of IT, actually, and told him what I’d heard and that I couldn’t seem to get news sites to come up. He said he’d look into it.
By the time I got back to my desk, other people had started hearing things and were also jumping onto the web to see what was going on. Obviously, Internet traffic was spiking. I kept clicking refresh until the first image loaded. It showed smoke billowing out from the World Trade Center.
They say there are moments where you remember where you were and what you doing when you learned of them. This was one of those moments. The world stopped spinning. Everything moved in slow motion. The moment is one of clarity, what happened after, not so much.
Where were you?