In 2001, my wife and I planned a cruise of the Northeast coastline, then the St Lawrence, ending in Montreal 10 days later. My wife had been to New York before, but it was my first time. We saw the sights on Sept. 8, 9 and on the evening of the 10th, we sailed out of the Hudson. As we passed the Trade Center, my wife said I should take a picture of it at night. It was about 10 pm and beautifully lit. I didn't know how good a pic my little 35 mm camera could do at night like that, outdoors, but clicked a couple off anyway. It came out fine, and we have it proudly on display in out home with the date imprinted of 9-10-01.
The next morning we were in Providence, RI and watched it all unfold on CNN. We were stuck on that cruise for the duration of the scheduled trip, and it was awful. Everyone wanted of and go home, but no flights, car rentals were sold out and it was a mess. We were told just to stay on board.
The ship made every stop, as planned, Boston, Nova Scotia, Quebec City and i can't remember the rest; just a blur. By the time we got to Montreal, the planes were flying again, and we finally made it back to California on the 20th. The most miserable, sad vacation imaginable.
I haven't been away from home since then and don't plan to. My wife still goes back to NJ to see the grandkids, but I stay home.
I heard yesterday on the radio that on 9/11/01, more people died on American soil by an act of violence since the Civil War. It has been a sobering weekend and a time for rememberence. By the way, my A stayed in the garage yesterday... Just didn't feel good about celebrating Model A Ford Day this year...