It’s hard to believe it’s already been 12 years since that world altering September morning. I’ve always found it interesting how memory works—in this particular case, the most vivid memory I have of 9/11 is actually of Peter Weir’s film Picnic at Hanging Rock.
On the night of 9/10, I had a few friends, including my fellow Offender Roger, over to my place to watch the 1975 film that told the true story of the mysterious disappearance of a group of students from Australia’s Hanging Rock. Every couple of weeks, we’d get together to watch and discuss an old classic and that happened to be the selection for that night.
I think the memory of the film is still so vivid because that was in many ways my “last normal”—a mundane, “normal” event like getting together with friends to watch an old movie—little did any of us know that as we said goodbye after the screening that the next morning we’d awaken to a new world.
So on this anniversary, I take a moment to remember the end of the last normal and all that came afterwards.
My blogs from previous 9/11 anniversaries: