• djgonzales

    The quiet of no airplanes in the sky.

    I’ve lived all my life in SoCal and the flight path into LAX (one I’ve been part of a few times) is filled with planes. At night, it’s like a string of pearls, there’s that many planes and they’re that close together.

    And, then suddenly, there were no planes in the sky except fighter jets.

    LAX was and is on the hit list. This is an airport where many start their journeys across the world and end it.

    Which explains why the TSA are particularly, er, aggressive here.

    I’m at the fire station today. We did nothing to commemorate which really surprised me. I was here the first year anniversary and we did a “last call” at the time of the first tower collapse, when the first firefighters were dying.

    The guys on shift decided to lower the flag to half staff.

    The Chief did come in though and brought us breakfast (burritos, of course). He said he couldn’t stay home and felt he needed to come into the station with his guys.

  • cameron_barrett

    My memories of 911 are like most other Americans on the west coast – waking up to the terrible news, watching the towers fall live on television.

    But I made a film about the memories of Los Angeles leaders and also Los Angeles Fire Department members who went to NYC in the wake of the attacks to help search for people and lend a hand to the FDNY. They’re memories are amazing. It was shown at the LAFD Memorial yesterday.