[widgeon13]

Of all the days of my 65+ years, I think I remember 9/11 most vividly, from the time I stopped to get gas at approx 8;30 something and heard the news. I was headed to LGA for a flight to Toronto, never happened. I lived within the traffiic pattern at DXR and that night the silence was deafening. Remember hearing Warner Wolf on "Imus in the Morning" say that an aircraft had hit one of the towers. Our son was scheduled to fly into Manhattan from KPOU to drop clients off at 34th heliport and my first thought was whether he was on the ground or in the air. He hadn't departed and I was glad of that. The day went downhill from there.

I remember it every day.

Yesterday, 9/11/12, was a beautiful morning in the southern Adirondacks and I went flying, in smooth air, sunshine in the cockpit, reflecting off the lakes. It was a beautiful but very sad day for me (and for many) once again.