I got seven calls that day. Brook, 12:15 am. Dad at 8:57 am, which woke me up.
“The terrorists are at work,” he said. “You better take a look. It’s pretty bad.”
He was stifling tears, sobs.
Ray from work at 12:21p. Then again at 12:24p. He came over and we hit Shayne and talked about Afghanistan for the first time ever.
Brook called at 7:01p. Mom called at 8:22p. Brook called again at 10:31p.
Indeed, a call at 8:57a from Dad was unusual.
One thought on “Calls on 9/11/2001”
Yeah, calls from Dad before noon are bad news.