I was on a platform in a curling rink in Summerside, PEI after giving a presentation when I heard. I got home as soon as I could and six days later I started writing comments on a blog. For some reason, we had guests from Sweden, in-laws of in-laws who didn't speak English and for a time had a very hard time understanding. We were worried about our cousin Susan who was very near events. The parents passed along news. It was a beautiful late summer day. Soon, there were no planes heading to Europe in the sky above the house. Usually there were three or four at any time somewhere up there above the Maritimes. I hadn't realized how they could be heard until they stopped. The first ones to come back were the jet fighters.

⇒ Ruk wrote this.
⇒ Steve remembered looking down from one of the towers as a kid.
⇒ Mike, on a blog post now gone, remembered a passage from Churchill from September 11, 1940: "These cruel, wanton, indiscriminate bombings of London are, of course, a part of Hitler's invasion plans. He hopes by killing a large number of civilians, women and children, that he will terrorize and cow the people of this mighty imperial city and make them a burden and an anxiety to the government and thus distract our attention unduly from the ferocious onslaught he is preparing..." Hitler did not terrorize or cow as it turned out - and neither did Ben Laden. We just learned to go about.
⇒ Ian wrote this on the second anniversary.
⇒ The Flea was brilliant in his scorn on the fifth anniversary.

Calamity has spawned or eclipsed calamity since then. The good spaces between go on, too.