the world is falling apart,
I go to the beach
on 9-11-01, and it certainly had all the 911 emergency feel
to it. Had it not been so horrifying, the fact that the date
was actually an emergency would have somehow been poetic.
But when the destruction of the twin towers of the World Trade
Center were purposely destroyed by two hijacked airplanes,
it was anything but poetic.
had happened here was that I had just gotten ready to go to
the beach for the day. Both my aide, Fawn, and I were ready
to leave. She called home first to check on her children.
It was at that point where we learned from her boyfriend all
that was going on. In fact, it was at the precise moment of
the phone call that the first tower was going down. We quickly
turned the television on, and like much of the country looked
on in complete horror. The second tower came down next, but
first we were shown the airplanes slamming into the buildings!
The commentator was as shocked and trying to figure out if
it was, in fact an accident, but the reality of the tape showed
us that it was a horrible act of terror and hatred.
probably everyone else in the country, I was glued to the
television trying to gather all the information. I watched
for about forty-five minutes, enough time to realize that
it was an act done by terrorists against our country. After
learning this information, I, like all the newscasters on
the air, began trying to figure out why this horror occurred.
Here it is a full month later and we still only have guesses.
I wound up doing on 9-11-01, or 911, as I have gotten used
to calling this date, was to go to the beach. As this is my
favorite and most calming thing to do. Much later in the day,
Herman showed up, and I explained to him that if the world
was coming to an end, my choice of places to be was at the
beach. He agreed, put his bathing suit on, and we went for
a long sail, trying to make sense out of a completely senseless
I returned home, my curiosity won out, and I once again was
glued to the television. Sadly, the death toll had only climbed
in my absence. But there were some bright spots of light in
all the horror when a person was found alive amidst all the
rubble. As of this day, the country is still trying to find
answers and retaliate. Ive never been a big fan of George
W., but after his staunch reaction and words, I find myself
becoming a much greater fan daily.
seen the country come together as it has is nothing less than
uplifting. This in combination with my continuing to go to
the beach has somehow made palatable what in reality is not.
Heres hoping we get beyond this as a country.
Spira, a native of Cleveland who pursued an acting career
in NYC and Los Angeles, now pursues free lance writing from
Caroga Lake here in Fulton County. Previous columns may be
accessed at her web site www.kathrynskorner.com"