On September 11, 2001, I was living in Vermont without a tv, and was splitting my morning between working on a website I was building as a freelancer and working on a shooting schedule for an independent film I was getting ready to produce. I got a call from Melissa, a costume designer that I had become friends with and who was working on the film planning with me, and she told me that a plane had flown into the World Trade Center. I was pretty sure she’d gotten it wrong — she had a tendency toward confusion — but a google search later I was heading to her house to watch.
19 hijackers killed 2,977 people. That number includes 343 fire fighters and 72 law enforcement officers.
We (and at this point it becomes a very loose “we” as I did not support the decision or wave a flag at…
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