posted: September 11, 2009
We all have very particular memories and feelings that present themselves like a stranger barging into the room when it comes to 9/11. The smallest thing can trigger an unwanted trip down memory lane. For me it’s a collage of colors and sounds. The bright yellow of the scrambled eggs I was making my kids for breakfast when my mother called from New York to tell me to turn on the TV. The earth tones our living room while we watched what was unfolding on TV. The sound of a broadcast suddenly being interrupted. The phone constantly ringing with calls from my wife’s station and the rushed conversation about whether they’d send her to New York or Washington to cover the story. Laughing children. The sight of almost everyone in lower Manhattan looking up and covering their mouths, as though that act would keep whatever evil had descended at bay.

Most of all, I remember looking at the incredibly vivid blue sky that day. Later on, alone with my young kids at the playground I kept glancing up at the sky, empty of clouds and airplanes, and felt myself trying to summon up the overcast that would fit the mood of the day. The fact that there was so much darkness on such a bright beautiful day made it all the more obscene.

I hope time has brought some comfort to all who were affected that day.

John Hendrix September 11, 2009
For me as well, the clear blue sky is my clearest memory from that day. I saw the second tower fall, from my roof in Jersey City- framed against that glorious cerulean. Hard to believe that was 8 years ago.
Harry September 11, 2009
I remember that it was a beautiful day, clear, perfect. I recall my friend, an art director at Disney, calling me mistakenly as he was running up 6th Ave. He was trying to reach his wife who worked downtown, she was okay. I was working in a studio complex at the time and one of the other artists came down to tell me that a plane had crashed into a building in NY. We went to the only TV around, in another studio, a little b&w with a grainy picture. I was watching when they reported the Pentagon being hit. I thought I was watching an attack, much like Pearl Harbor, and we were at war.
Drew Friedman September 11, 2009
Tim's works perfectly as does yours, Dale.
Victor Juhasz September 11, 2009
My middle son got in a car with his friend and they wound up watching the second tower go down from the NJ Turnpike. Can you recall how numbed we all were and for how long? Not to mention the internal philosophical discussion about how pointless doing illustration seemed after this. Even the DAILY SHOW went off for a week or so.
J.D. King September 14, 2009
"Most of all, I remember looking at the incredibly vivid blue sky that day." The other day I was talking to a friend who lived in NYC at that time. As she said, "And it had been such a perfect day..."