It’s been fifteen years.
Fifteen years since hijacked airliners crashed into the World Trade Center, the Pentagon, and a field in rural Pennsylvania.
But sometimes it seems like those incomprehensible events took place just yesterday.
Today is, of course, the fifteenth anniversary of what the world simply calls “9/11.”
Where where we then, and where are we now?
What Happen to Me?
On September 11, 2001, I wasn’t at the World Trade Center or the Pentagon, nor aboard United Flight 93.
But what happened in New York City, Washington, D.C., and Pennsylvania had a profound impact on me and all Americans.
In a four-part essay, The Year of Flying Dangerously, which I wrote in 2011, I recounted my experiences as a traveler in the days immediately following the terrorist attacks, the remainder of 2001, and over the next five years.
What Happened to Others?
I wasn’t, of course, the only person traveling outside of the U.S. during September of 2001.
So on the 10th anniversary of “9/11” Tales Told From The Road ran a series of stories by travel writers, our readers, and others, about what they remembered doing on that fateful day.
After U.S. airspace was closed on 9/11, many airline passengers found themselves stuck in limbo for a few days in Newfoundland.
Here’s the story of one of those passengers as told on the last NPR Weekend Edition Saturday podcast.
What’s Happening Now?
As this video by Christopher Reynolds of the Los Angeles Times shows, “Ground Zero” in New York City in no longer a heaping pile of smoldering steel, glass and concrete.
That wound in the earth has healed.
But has the wound in America’s heart?
Probably not yet.