Philip Spiess
As I recall, my son, who was ten, was home sick that morning, and so my wife, Kathy, had stayed home from her work in downtown Washington (I was the at-home parent at the time). Thus all three of us, my wife, my son, and I happened to be home when we would ordinarily have been in either downtown Washington, D. C., or close to it. My wife and I were intermittently watching "Good Morning, America," and suddenly I said to my wife, "There's something wrong with this picture they're showing; that plane isn't going in the right direction!" And, as we now know, it was not; for whatever reason the TV cameras were on that plane at that time; it sliced through the first tower, and we knew something dreadful was happening. Then came the second plane -- and we could almost guess what was about to happen -- though we were not sure why. I called my folks in Cincinnati (they were both still alive at that time) and said, "Turn on the news -- we're under attack!" Then here in Washington the cameras suddenly had pictures, taken from an angle in Lafayette Square to the north of the White House, showing black smoke rising from beyond the Old Executive Office Building. "My god," I said to my wife, "I think they've hit the Corcoran Gallery of Art!" Of course, it was the Pentagon that had been hit. Still watching the television in unbelief as to what was happening, we suddenly got a call from our next-door neighbor, a Korean lady who worked for the World Bank; she was hysterical. She had been going in to work past the Pentagon when it had been hit. I gave her instructions on how to get back home to our neighborhood by routes that I knew would not be closed down by emergency vehicles. And so we watched the TV, as I'm sure the rest of you did, all day.
Macy's Department Store, which, of course, does the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade in New York City, had already produced its annual Macy's Snow Globe for the year, showing New York City with the "Twin Towers" prominent and the parade marching around the globe; my wife's aunt procured one for us, and we get it out annually and play it. Also, the "Museum of Jewish Heritage -- A Living Memorial to the Holocaust" on the Battery in New York was the one museum worst hit by the debris and poisonous fallout of the collapse of the "Twin Towers"; in our graduate Museum Studies program at The George Washington University (where I was a professor at the time), we had a seminar session on what it took for that museum to deal with the aftermath of the fallout.
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