911 — No Emergency
A generation ago, everyone could recall where they were when they heard that John Kennedy had been shot. Those of us here now will always remember where we were 13 years ago on September 11. I was on a bus from New Jersey, on the way to my job in the city. We turned back, with the view of the Twin Towers smoldering in the distance, like two ugly birthday candles.
For our grandparents, it was December 7, 1941 — a day “that will live in infamy,” as FDR told a nation stunned by the attack on Pearl Harbor.
And yet, human resilience is such, that we march on, wake up, make babies, go to work, can vegetables. As a speciies, we are hard-wired in our determination to live.
I know twin girls who were born on September 12, and it always made me feel for folks born on September 11, who must, for the rest of their lives, share their birth date with that terrible conflagration. So, this September 11, I thought we could just focus on some ordinary good times. Nothing spectacular or earth-shattering. Just some happy news, via the Catskill Mountain News, all published on September 11.
These clips date from the September 11, 1953 edition and (calves contest) 1931.