It’s 11 September (as if you didn’t know). Yes, I remember precisely where I was when someone exclaimed “Oh, my GOD!” and we all ran around like headless chickens trying to find a tv that would work. I remember the feeling of unreality. Coincidentally the same feeling that I had about four years earlier, watching shocked BBC presenters trying to keep from crying and thinking “This has to be some really sick joke, Diana can’t be dead.” (And I didn’t even particularly like Diana.) Two events so very different, but that have both been frozen in time in a way very little else in my life has.
I wasn’t intending to say much about it, really, but I have something else on my mind, and complete silence on the subject would be odd, I think. Other people have had more to say.