Was fall of my Junior year at Univ of New Hampshire (early days of Chip Kelly working out his spread offense as the Wildcats OC).
A buddy of mine in our house who NEVER was up before noon knocked on my door and told me to turn the news on. Then my mom called and we watched on the phone together as both towers collapsed.
One of Bin Laden’s nieces or nephews went to UNH at the time and they were helicoptered out which was kind of wild too. Most teachers dismissed us all that day and said there weren’t any lessons taught that would be more important than what was happening.
Hung Old Glory out the window that night with a spotlight on it and Martin Sexton’s rendition of ‘America, The Beautiful’ on loop.
We were at the Rice game. Flying was so bizarre then.
A buddy of mine in our house who NEVER was up before noon knocked on my door and told me to turn the news on. Then my mom called and we watched on the phone together as both towers collapsed.
One of Bin Laden’s nieces or nephews went to UNH at the time and they were helicoptered out which was kind of wild too. Most teachers dismissed us all that day and said there weren’t any lessons taught that would be more important than what was happening.
Hung Old Glory out the window that night with a spotlight on it and Martin Sexton’s rendition of ‘America, The Beautiful’ on loop.
We were at the Rice game. Flying was so bizarre then.