Working from home I caught the events as they unfolded. As I had done with the Death of Diana and one of the last IRA attacks on the City of London I put a blank VHS cassette into the VCR and hit record. As the awful events unfolded I went to different channels. The two 3 hour cassettes tell a narrative quiet different to anything the news channels started to cut together as highlights (is this even the appropriate term) during the day. And when did the commercial channels stop showing commercials. Understandably this original live content shows the news channels in confusion. I guess I could and should digitise this stuff?
My last visit to the World Trade Centre I had stood, my face against the glass viewing the dots below understandably as if from a plane. From the shop on the ground floor I bought an investment banker friend who was putting me up a copy Of ‘What Color’s Your Parachute?’ She was working at the Metropolitan Museum of Art by 2001.
There’ll be the blog too; by September 2001 I’d kept a blog for two years, every day, 1,000 word minimum.
Our generation’s version of the question ‘what were you doing on the day JFK was shot?