General Store September 11, 2001

By My Name It Is Nothing

September11, 2023

My God what a beautiful morning it was. It was a new beginning for me, and a new leaf in my life.  What lay ahead was beyond me. I had just quit my job, and felt better than ever. Yesterday I had been interviewed by two different companies in the Life Science Industry.  My feeling was that I would be receiving two offers.

You see I had worked for a family owned business, and the son had taken over.  He began to change everything, and he hired a regional manager for my area.  The new hire was so full of himself .he was insulting.  He worked with me one day, and after one too many insults I almost punched the bastard.  So it was time to quit, and I did.

I decided to celebrate the positive interview by having breakfast at he General Store, which is a piece of America that is fast disappearing.  The General Store had been there since 1827, and it still sits on its original rock foundation.  It is where the people would get their supplies, exchange ideas and eat.  Unlike today’s fast food franchises there was a strong feeling of community.

Heading down the roadway as it cut between rows, and rows of corn I saw the vultures circling over the corn a little off to my left.  It appeared that an animal was hit crossing the roadway, and made it off the road only to suffer and die.  I hate to see animals that are killed y motor vehicles, but some call it progress.  Some refer casually as it is only road kill.  How would they feel if it was their dog or cat?  It is an attitude of dismissal as if it isn’t theirs they do not care. The population of “vultures” has risen with the “progress” of man.

As I parked my car at The General Store Sally, the owner’s wife, stepped outside, and said that a twin engine Cessna had hit the World Trade Center.  I stated “How could anyone make a mistake like that on such a clear and beautiful day?” We both went inside to see the news on the 19” TV that was mounted on the wall.

Sally:  Can I get you a cup of coffee?

Me:  Yes, please make it a small cup with half and half, and no sugar.

As Sally put the coffee down she said “Would you like breakfast?”

Me:  Make it two eggs over easy with bacon, home fires, and rye toast, but easy on the butter.

Again asked how could and accident like this happen or was it not an accident.  Then the news came it that eight planes had been hijacked, and that it was a 757 that had hit the North Tower.  As we all stared at the screen in disbelief it was mentioned that two planes were hijacked out of Logan Airport.  One plane was Flight 11, and the other was Flight 175.  They later revised the number of planes hijacked to four.

People were arriving to pick up the newspaper or something to eat on their way to work.  That was when breakfast was affordable.  This morning there were no hellos, and usual chatter.  No, there was a solemn silence as they stared at the 19 inch TV.  One could feel the emotion filling the air.  When some had to leave it was with an anger in their every move, and justifiably so.  Their anger was being misdirected by the psyops supreme.

Suddenly Flight 175 appeared on the screen.  It was flying down the Hudson River with the New Jersey Palisades in the back ground.   It made a severe turn and hit the South Tower.  A huge fireball burst from the South Tower.  There was shock in the room.

A very short time later the South Tower can tumbling down, and a bit later down cane the North Tower.  I said that it looked like a controlled demolition.

One of those that stopped in for a breakfast pick me up was a member of the Sheriff’s Department of Warren County.  He asked what had happened.  He was quickly informed about the hijackings hitting the WTC.  He said “We were put on alert about terrorist attack yesterday”.  He did not wait for breakfast.  He moved quickly to the door and then to his car.  He burned rubber on the road.

Me: It appears to me that this is very suspicious.

Ron:  What do you mean?

Don:  Yeah what are you talking about?

Other: Yeah.

Me:  It just seems to me that this is so big, and how did they fly under the radar for so long.  Where were the fighter jets?

Don:  Are you crazy there are terrorists that are doing this!

Me:  That is the point.  If it was suspected terrorists they would have been under the magnifying glass.  Maybe one hijacked plane, but four that is very suspicious.

Later it was announce that Flights 77 and Flight 93 had been hijacked from Newark.  One was said to have crashed in Shanksville, and the other into the Pentagon.

 Having to head home I passed the corn fields again, but now the vultures were feeding on animal as it lay in the corn fields.    

Blogger's note:  What were your experiences on that fateful day, and who do you feel it the REAL enemy.