Calls on 9/11/2001

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.