“Look Mama, a plane!” My September 11, 2001 Story

On Saturday, September 8, 2001, I had driven around town, with the windows down, playing a Dusty Springfield cd (“Son of a Preacher Man“) and just enjoying a sunny day in America. I lived in just north of Albany, NY, about 15 minutes from the airport. Planes flew overhead on a regular basis. I barely … More “Look Mama, a plane!” My September 11, 2001 Story