I’d have to walk that LONG STUPID BRIDGE home… and knowing me, I PROBABLY wouldn’t have packed a lunch. 9-11 story

Oh, please don’t join the truthers. Is it likely that there’s another story that better explains things? Probably. I’ve heard dozens of versions.

All I know is, I was supposed to be in building 5 for a stupid Unix training class that I *didn’t need* – ALL DAY from September 10, 2001 to September 15, 2001.

I didn’t even *use* Unix at work [and I already knew it!] and while it would’ve been a free vacation to NYC, I _really_ didn’t see the point and I was in the middle of a critical project. The training was fluff as they were trying to take my project away from me (which they failed at tongue emoticon )

Anyway, I convinced my boss’ boss’ boss to cancel my training.

9-11 happened. I watched the first tower as a pile of smoke from the top of the 7 story garage at Schering-Plough in Kenilworth NJ. The 2nd building was still standing.

Had no idea the 2nd one was gonna go too but really, nobody knew what was happening anyway.

The smell of burnt concrete and human burnt bodies that wafted across the campus over the next few days was disgusting – only the 2nd time in my life I smelled fully burned human. It’s EXACTLY the way they describe it in those “spontaneous combustion” stories. Hazy blue air, sickly sweet – kind of like honeysuckle.

Friday I brought a boquet of roses to my boss’ boss’ boss and presented them to her and said, “Thanks”…. because all I could imagine is that if I was there, I’d have to walk that LONG STUPID BRIDGE home… and knowing me, I PROBABLY wouldn’t have packed a lunch.

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