1 20 632 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Emails Description An account of the resource This collection contains emails which were sent or received on or around September 11, 2001. As of this writing individuals have submitted more than 1,500 correspondences. September 11 Email September 11 Email: Body The basic content, as unstructured text; sometimes containing a signature block at the end. Not to put a damper on anyones day... Two planes just crashed into both world trade center towers in NYC! The buildings are on fire, and they were big 737 cargo planes. Terrorists? We shall see.... This is the part about living in Washington that makes me nervous.... September 11 Email: Date The local time and date when the message was written. Tue, 11 Sep 2001 09:24:14 -0400 September 11 Email: To The email addresses, and optionally names of the message's recipients Erina Moriarty September 11 Email: From The email address, and optionally the name of the author. Lisa Hollingsworth September 11 Email: CC The email addresses of those who received the message addressed primarily to another. September 11 Email: Subject A brief summary of the topic of the message. Not to put a damper on anyones day... Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource email1.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Emails Description An account of the resource This collection contains emails which were sent or received on or around September 11, 2001. As of this writing individuals have submitted more than 1,500 correspondences. September 11 Email September 11 Email: Body The basic content, as unstructured text; sometimes containing a signature block at the end. Hey Ips, I am back at work. I did get LJ's message too. Great news! It is nice to have a little good news! I can only imagine what it must feel like to be in NYC right now. Everyone here is pretty gloomy, and we are across the country. Curt's friend Brian said the same thing - he wants to move back to MN. Although I don't think it has anything to do with NY - we are definitely dealing with evil people. I am very anxious to see what the retribution will be. I am sure that there are so many emotions floating around in NY - sadness, anger, disbelief... Ugh. Hi Ann I couldn't open the attachment. Are you bnack at work? I think that there are thousands dead. This totally sucks and meakes me want to move from NY. But then I think, where am I safe? Every big city I would want to go to is vulnerable. Talk to you later, hope you got LJ's message re: Ryan. Love ips September 11 Email: Date The local time and date when the message was written. Wednesday, September 12, 2001 5:18 PM September 11 Email: To The email addresses, and optionally names of the message's recipients September 11 Email: From The email address, and optionally the name of the author. September 11 Email: CC The email addresses of those who received the message addressed primarily to another. September 11 Email: Subject A brief summary of the topic of the message. today only Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Emails Description An account of the resource This collection contains emails which were sent or received on or around September 11, 2001. As of this writing individuals have submitted more than 1,500 correspondences. September 11 Email September 11 Email: Body The basic content, as unstructured text; sometimes containing a signature block at the end. I SAW "TWIN" BUTTERFLIES FLYING TOGETHER TODAY The day after we lost Twin Towers in New York City, I saw "twin" butterflies, exact duplicates of each other, flying closely together, in pure, carefree testimony. To what I asked? Knowing full well they were replacement therapy, born of sorrow. Flying in denial of dashed hopes, I thought. Probing sunlit columns, relentless in their search. Joyfully ascending with flourishes of yellow wings. Meaning what,I asked? Seeing twin builders, heralding new fantasies in lieu of unrequited dreams. Establishing, it seems, twin staircases to the skies, in noble tribute to the power of our fragility. By Robert Bagar bagarcom@aol.com This poem is testimony to the spirit of hope for the future that New Yorkers kept alive even in their darkest hour. By Robert Bagar bagarcom@aol.com This poem is for all New Yorkers who kept the spirit of hope for the future alive even in their darkest hour. September 11 Email: Date The local time and date when the message was written. December 21, 2002 September 11 Email: To The email addresses, and optionally names of the message's recipients Twin Tower Memorial September 11 Email: From The email address, and optionally the name of the author. Robert Bagar September 11 Email: CC The email addresses of those who received the message addressed primarily to another. Archivist September 11 Email: Subject A brief summary of the topic of the message. Poem in Tribute to the Spirit of Hope for the future. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource email1009.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Emails Description An account of the resource This collection contains emails which were sent or received on or around September 11, 2001. As of this writing individuals have submitted more than 1,500 correspondences. September 11 Email September 11 Email: Body The basic content, as unstructured text; sometimes containing a signature block at the end. Hey, Brad- On Wednesday you asked in your email for me to catch you up when I got a chance, and I think I'm ready to do that. It's gonna be really long, but here goes... Tuesday was a big day. Barry and I were preparing to leave town on Wednesday to go to Texas for 6 days: we were going down there for an alumni reunion at Barry's former college, plus we were gonna see his folks and just get away for some end-of-summer relaxation. Since Monday was one of those intensely busy, frustrating, working late-into-the-night, "God-I-Hate-This-City" days for both of us, we were SO ready to get out of town. But, we hadn't gotten a lot of those leaving town errands done, so we had a lot to do on Tuesday. First, we had to vote in the mayoral primary. I don't know how closely you've followed the election (I know you read the Times), but we were both torn between Mark Green and Fernando Ferrer, and had pretty much resigned ourselves to the fact that it would be a last minute, in-the-booth decision. Although I mostly freelance from home, I also had a couple of meetings at work in the afternoon. We got up early; about 30 minutes earlier than usual. I jumped in the shower while Barry fed the cats, fixed coffee, made the bed, then he took over the shower from me. The phone rang several times while I dried off, but we let the machine pick up and left the sound down; we'd deal with the messages later. I turned the TV on, sans sound, to see what the temperature was outside (there's a local all-news station here called New York 1 that always has the time and temperature on the bottom of the screen). There was a picture on the screen of the World Trade Center, with smoke coming from one of the towers. I said something to Barry and turned on the sound. They were talking to someone who had heard the plane come in; there was speculation that it kinda sounded like a prop plane and maybe it was an accident. Barry said it to me that it couldn't have been an accident, but I said what about a plane with major engine trouble? I started getting dressed but kept coming back to the TV. Barry went into the bedroom area to get dressed. As I'm watching, I see helicopters around the tower and a plane coming in from the harbor. It didn't look big - I could only see it from the nose - and I remember thinking, "They shouldn't let that plane get that close to the smoke; that's really dangerous." Then the plane disappeared behind the towers, and in the next instant, a fireball, and I knew. Of course, the TV commentators were saying that there had been an explosion but didn't know why, and I'm calling Barry over incoherently, saying it was another plane, another plane. I flashed onto the moment years ago when I watched the California earthquake coverage, and I could tell that that highway was double-decker and that there were cars smashed under there before anyone on TV figured it out. But, we finished getting dressed, talking, confused, in shock. My mom called; I said we were okay; neither of us could believe it; I don't remember what else. One of the women I was meeting that day, who lives in Long Island, called. We agreed to touch base later about getting together. She and I are both worried about the state of mass transit at that moment; nothing has really sunk in. Barry and I leave. Outside, our landlord was on the front stoop. We talked about the planes, but also about the fact that it had rained so hard the night before, and we'd had our 4th leak into our apartment in the last month. Our landlord said he'd look into it, like he always says. We went on down 6th Street, then turned the corner onto 2nd Avenue. I was stopped by the black smoke. It was real. But we kept on going. Barry dropped off our laundry at the laundromat; I got money at the ATM. At our polling place, everyone was talking about it, quietly, confusedly. We voted; Barry picked up the dry cleaning while I made a bank deposit (why didn't I do that when I got money out?); and Barry went on to work. Back in the apartment, I listen to the messages - Barry's mom, his sister. I turn on the TV, the coffeemaker; I light a cigarette. I leave my dad in Arkansas a voice mail message - we're okay. I'm pacing our small apartment and not watching when the first tower collapses, but I hear it on TV. Instant replay; I see it. I face my body to my windows -the direction of the World Trade Center - and I begin to wail, in a way I haven't done since my grandmother died. OhGodPleasePleaseGodPlease. Later my friend Barbara says I was keening. Both of the cats are sitting on the sofa in front of me, looking alarmed, which pulls me out of it. And I hear about the Pentagon, and the crash in Pennsylvania, and that maybe as many as 8 planes have been hijacked. Thousands, tens of thousands maybe, lives lost. Our theatre company partner calls, my boss calls - did you hear? are you watching it? I talk to each of them two or three times that morning; I don't remember in what order of events. Our partner says he wants to go down and help. I tell him not to. My boss cries and says that men on the bus said to get out of the city. I tell her not to. No one knows what to do. I hear people are at St. Vincent's to give blood. I call our partner. Give blood. I call my boss. Give blood. Phone service is starting to get sporadic, but I get through to Barry at work - you're not staying are you? No, he's coming home, and we'll go give blood when he gets here, and go to church. But he takes so long to get here. He comes in the door, I grab him and hold him close and sob. Foot traffic was intense on Park Avenue, all headed uptown, so he was walking against the tide. He stopped to get groceries, including bottled water which is apparently already flying off the shelves. We sit and smoke and watch some coverage. Strange, strange things are happening; things I never could have imagined. And not just the horror. I'm actually incredibly relieved to hear Guiliani's voice on television; never thought that would happen. I'm comforted by Cardinal Egan warning against vengeance; never thought that would happen. Barry and I strike out for Beth Israel, the closest hospital. The streets are crowded; the people are quiet, numb. The line at Beth Israel is unbelievable. There seem to be thousands of people there, mostly young. We get in line and Barry goes to get the forms they're handing out. I see some friends and holler to them; they join me in line. Barry comes back; the line moves up; we all see my boss walking by and call out to her. They tell us they can't handle us all now, to put our contact info down and they'll get in touch with us. So we hug our friends, and head off to church. When we get there, the doors are open, but hardly anyone is there. It's nice. Very quiet in the sanctuary, and Barry and I just sitting the silence, heads in hands. A woman that we know comes in and hugs us. We offer to help in any way we can. She doesn't know what's gonna happen at the church, but we write our names and phone and cell phone numbers down in case they need volunteers. We head out again. We're hungry. We call our partner and his girlfriend to meet us at our usual watering hole, but it's packed, so we end up at their place, watching TV and drinking vodka. We stay awhile, talk a lot, speculate a lot, have more drinks and snacks, then decide to go out and find a restaurant. They want to give me my birthday present first, though. My birthday was on Sunday. 38 years old. It's a lovely gift - some soap and facial stuff from Kiehl's, a very nice specialty store in the East Village. Happy Birthday. Back out on the street we have to search to find a place that has room for us, and is serving food and drink. We go one place; all they have is chicken pot pie. Another favorite place is closed. All the time we're walking, we keep looking downtown at the cloud of smoke, and listening to the sirens. We finally decide we don't need more booze, so we end up at a diner, eat sandwiches, talk more, then, when we're finished, we hug and go our separate ways. Barry and I go back to the church. The minister is there in the office. We hug and talk about our concerns over the retaliation and revenge rhetoric that we're hearing; agree that our country needs to face our own culpability in this disaster. Barry and I offer our services again. He says he'll call us. We hug again, and Barry and I go home. When we get there, we turn on the TV again. Bush is on; not too much saber-rattling, but disturbing nonetheless. We're able to get online and there are dozens and dozens of emails. A lot from friends and family -are you okay? We write everyone back. Also, we're on a listserv of theatres from across the country and boy have they been active! Then we try and call family. I can't reach anyone, either on landlines or cell lines, but Barry gets through to his family in Texas first try. Then my mom finally gets through on my cell. After we talk to them, we turn our TV around and get in bed. We fall asleep with it on; it's comforting. Wednesday. I wake up. I cry. I say to Barry it's like waking up in hell. It's melodramatic. Wednesday is the day I start to become aware of my own multiple personalities. I'm Apollonian and Dionysian; I'm heart and head. With all of the emotion, it's so easy to descend into sentimentality and the maudlin. I fight that. Someone I know once wrote that "sentimentality is the pornography of feeling" and I agree with that. But I fight the opposite, too. With everyone on TV using special graphics - "Attack on America" - and words like "ground zero," it's easy to feel annoyed and cynical. I remind myself that they are just fellow humans, dealing with this unfathomable thing in the only ways humans know how. I cut them some slack. Barry and I try and give blood again on Wednesday, and are again unsuccessful - neither of us is O-Negative, which is what they need. The area below 14th Street, where we live, is cordoned off, so when we come back downtown from the hospital on 17th Street, a policeman wants to see some proof of residency. It's all very nice, no police-state-like feeling to it at all, actually. It's so quiet in the so-called "frozen zone" - no traffic, which is great; we walk in the street. The wind has shifted, though - we're beginning to smell a burnt chemical smell, and my eyes water a bit. We go to a bar for lunch; we're the only ones there at first. We talk a lot with the waitress; introduce ourselves; her name is Linda Lou. We all watch CNN together. Oh, today was the day we were supposed to go to Texas. Oh, well. In addition to not really wanting to be on a plane even if they did reopen the airports, New York is our home, our community, and we want to be here; it's the right thing. Later, we go to church again for a discussion group that they've put together. A lot of liberals with strong concerns about the tenor that the rhetoric has taken, and the fact that we're such bad citizens in the world. I'm acutely aware of how in-the-minority we are, but it's good to be talking about it with so many smart people. It makes me feel normal, a feeling I sustain until we get home and turn on the TV again. We watch; we check email - dozens more of them - then turn the TV around to our bed and go to sleep with it on again. Why do we keep it on all night? There's something there about needing to know that someone is keeping watch while we sleep, plus I think it's a simple, child-like need for a night light to ward off the boogeyman. Thursday. Back to work. I wake up and cry again. Barry goes on into the office. I slowly prepare to head up to the theatre where I work later. I do fundraising for a living, I've got to get two grant proposals to the post office today for a September 15th deadline. I talk with a co-worker, who is already up there, by phone. We talk about the anger we've heard on the street and see on TV. We can't understand people whose first reaction, or even second reaction, is anger. We're nowhere near that feeling; our hearts are too broken, and the anger people are expressing almost seems profane, it's so beside the point. Not that I haven't felt any anger, but it's all over the map. I had a conversation with a friend the night before about all of the events, and we agree that the US's disproportionate support of Israel was a real factor. Then she says, "We asked for it." I get off the phone from her and my anger is simmering. I am offended. Yes, we've done some terrible things in this world, there's lot to blame us for, but we no more asked for this than the Palestinians do who are shot at by US-made weapons or the civilians did who died in our embassy-bombing retaliations. We did NOT deserve this; no one deserves this. As I head up to work on Thursday, I notice how much traffic there is above the frozen zone. And all the while I'm at work, I hear cars honking and honking and honking. I also hear the radio playing. Music. I haven't heard it for days. It doesn't feel right to be listening to pop songs, but it's better than all the call-in, talk radio shows. I leave for the post office and traffic is worse. I become filled with blinding hatred at all the people who are driving their personal vehicles in the city. Don't they know how important these roads are for ambulances? How can they be so selfish? My jaw is clamped shut and I am seething, seething. I feel like it's getting ugly; that for a couple of days we saw "the better angels of our natures," but now selfishness has reared its head. I'm trying to talk myself down from my irrational anger when I see someone on the street selling American flags. My strange duality comes into play again. These flags feel so ominous, and yet I have been feeling a kind of patriotism, not this spreading jingoism but the pure kind that I feel when I look at the Statue of Liberty; the kind that loves the idea of this country. And I feel so protective of my fellow ordinary citizens, we all seem so fragile right now. I'm such a mess, so torn up, that when I'm done with the post office I head to the closest church. They're starting a service, so I stay. The comfort I find in the ritual in which I was raised is palpable. Silently, I cry and cry and cry. When the time comes in the service to wish those around you "peace," the man in the pew in front of me looks at me and gives me a big, long hug.You know, I'm a good little WASP, I don't express my emotions like I have been this week, and it's very tiring. I realize that I was probably not ready for the "real" world above 14th Street, and that things were probably no more "ugly" up there today than on any regular day. I was just too raw to deal with it yet. I'm relieved to be in the quiet eeriness of the frozen zone. I call Barry after the service and we go drink, then go home, then fall asleep with the TV on again. Friday is the "National Day of Prayer and Remembrance." I don't like forced fun or forced solemness, but I go to a church service anyway. It's raining, the church is packed, but I don't feel the same deep comfort today being in church. I'm restless. Barry's at work, but I can't concentrate enough to work. I don't feel right when I'm out; I don't feel right when I'm at home. But I go home, watch some TV. I look through my bible for favorite passages - "swords into plowshares." I pull out the T.S. Eliot poem, "Ash Wednesday." It's so mournful and sad. A friend calls. Someone we'd been worried about - a friend we'd all lost touch with a few years ago who worked in the World Trade Center - got out okay. She worked on the 90-something floor in Tower Two. I'm relieved and, since I still don't know what to do, since my focus is nil and everything seems wrong, I take a nap. Barry comes home, we go out for dinner and drinks. We see a friend out the window of the bar lighting his candle at 7pm for the citywide vigil. We stay in the bar, but then join him a bit later and light some candles we brought with us while we talk with him. We watch interview shows when we get home - Charlie Rose, Ted Koppel. One of Charlie's guests, a minister from Brooklyn, says that he thinks it's too much to ask of humans not to retaliate for this. I'm deeply opposed to it, but I think he's probably right. It saddens me. Others are talking about what people are feeling, the grief, the anger, the fear. I say to Barry that I haven't really felt fear. We fall asleep again to the TV. I dream that someone knocks on our apartment door, I open it (which, of course, I would never do) and it's a man with what looks like a straw placemat over his face who tells me he's going to kill me. So much for no fear. This morning, when we awoke there was a show on ABC, where Peter Jennings was talking with a bunch of kids and some of their parents about the tragedy. These kids had smart questions, and smart answers. I feel hopeful that a broader viewpoint is being heard, and Barry and I regret we didn't call his sister and tell her to put it on for our niece and nephew. We decide to clean house - it's a pigsty. While we're cleaning, which feels good and normal and productive, we hear the President from Camp David saying things like, "This will not stand" and we're going to "smoke them out" - the strongest rhetoric and saber-rattling yet. It's sickening. I also see a guy on a local show, a rescue worker, who is talking about his experience. He begins to cry, then clenches his jaw and says "we're going to get them." I have a sudden insight into the anger thing. Maybe people who are not comfortable with crying, with grief, have to express it some other way, and the way they know best is anger. I don't know. So, that's where I am right now, Saturday evening. Barry and I talked about going out tonight, and we may still, but we're both very tired.Grief is exhausting. The Twin Towers were kinda ugly, but I miss them so much. It's funny where you try and find solace. We're drinking - a lot. Or, rather, often. And I'm eating all those things that are bad for me, like ice cream and french fries. And I went to church 5 times in 4 days - it's been quite awhile since I could say that. It's funny that music, which I always connect to, hasn't meant much to me. Although, I was thinking today about the Kurt Weill song, "Lost in the Stars." Do you know it? There's a section that says, "I've been searching through the night and the day, though my eyes get weary and my hair turns gray. And sometimes it seems maybe God's gone away, forgetting the promise that we heard him say. And we're lost out here in the stars." I've always found it poignant, and I really do now. But you know what, I am blessed; I am okay. After all, on some level, it's not about me. On another, it's about all of us. My thoughts and prayers and love, Cath September 11 Email: Date The local time and date when the message was written. September 15th September 11 Email: To The email addresses, and optionally names of the message's recipients September 11 Email: From The email address, and optionally the name of the author. September 11 Email: CC The email addresses of those who received the message addressed primarily to another. September 11 Email: Subject A brief summary of the topic of the message. NYC this week Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource email101.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Emails Description An account of the resource This collection contains emails which were sent or received on or around September 11, 2001. As of this writing individuals have submitted more than 1,500 correspondences. September 11 Email September 11 Email: Body The basic content, as unstructured text; sometimes containing a signature block at the end. From: David Simon Bendory (david90@alumni.princeton.edu) Subject: No words to describe Newsgroups: soc.genealogy.jewish Date: 2001-09-11 21:06:29 PST I work across the street from the World Trade Center in One Liberty Plaza. My office windows were blown in by the blast when the southern tower collapsed. Thank God I was already on my way home. Thank God I made it home safely today, without a scratch. I will be bensching gomel in shul on Thursday. Locked in my desk sits my great-grandmother's siddur, published in Vienna in 1878. I had an appointment to meet with a book conservator tomorrow to have it properly preserved. Inside the cover, my GGM, then my GM, listed the births, marriages, and deaths in our family from the death of my GGGM and GGGF in 1893 through the marriage of Uncle Charlie in 1932. The text is below. This siddur survived pogroms in Hungary, the journey to America, and 3 generations. I won't know if it survived today's tragedy until I can get back into my office, and I don't know when that will be. Thank God I have a scan of the writing inside the cover. My unforgettable blessed late Mother died on May 4, 1895. Father - January 3. My unforgettable blessed Mother died on May 16, 1893. My unforgettable blessed Father died on July 18, 1893. Married on August 17, 1901. My dear daughter Fanni was born on May 2, 1902. My dear Filip was born on January 2, 1905. My dear Karl Moritz was born on February 9, 1906. My dear daughter Teresine was born on March 3, 1908. Harrison Tess My dear daughter Rose was born on August 7, 1910. Harrison My dear son Leopold was born on March 9, 1914. My dear daughter Bertha was born on September 7. Fanny got married on August 21, 1926. Katherin was born on June 6, 1927. Elaine was born on November 11, 1930. My dear husband died on December 28, 1931. Tessi got married on April 30, 1932. Cha... got married on June 12, 1932. Please say a prayer for peace. David Simon Bendory Livingston, NJ david90@alumni.princeton.edu Looking for Hungarian KOHN, POPPER, BRAUCH, HECHT in Resita, Timisoara, Anina Looking for Romanian SCHWARTZ or SIEGAL, VACSMAN in Botosani or Braila, Romania Looking for Romanian HARR near Bucharest, Romania Looking for SIMON and GOETZ from Germany http://familytreemaker.genealogy.com/users/s/i/m/David-E-Simon/index.html September 11 Email: Date The local time and date when the message was written. 9/11/2001 September 11 Email: To The email addresses, and optionally names of the message's recipients jewishgen@lyris.jewishgen.org September 11 Email: From The email address, and optionally the name of the author. David Simon Bendory (david90@alumni.princeton.edu) September 11 Email: CC The email addresses of those who received the message addressed primarily to another. September 11 Email: Subject A brief summary of the topic of the message. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Emails Description An account of the resource This collection contains emails which were sent or received on or around September 11, 2001. As of this writing individuals have submitted more than 1,500 correspondences. September 11 Email September 11 Email: Body The basic content, as unstructured text; sometimes containing a signature block at the end. From: David Simon Bendory (david90@alumni.princeton.edu) Subject: No Words to Describe Newsgroups: soc.genealogy.jewish Date: 2001-09-17 14:37:13 PST Tens of people responded to my earlier story of my GGM's siddur, trapped in the wreckage of the World Trade Center. Several encouraged me to have faith: after surviving pogroms in Hungary, the journey to America, and 3 generations of my family, the siddur would surely survive this calamity as well. Well, it seems that the presence of my siddur saved One Liberty Plaza, which is not only standing but also structurally sound -- in spite of earlier reports of its collapse. As to my siddur, it has been retrieved and is safely in the hands of a friend who will personally deliver it to me tonight in time for Rosh HaShannah. Earlier, I said that I have no words to describe the catastrophe from which I narrowly escaped. I now have no words to describe the miracle which has emerged from that same catastrophe. God willing, there are more miracles to come, in the form of survivors who emerge from the debris. Shanah tovah, David Simon Bendory Livingston, NJ david90@alumni.princeton.edu Looking for Hungarian KOHN, POPPER, BRAUCH, HECHT in Resita, Timisoara, Anina Looking for Romanian SCHWARTZ or SIEGAL, VACSMAN in Botosani or Braila, Romania Looking for Romanian HARR near Bucharest, Romania Looking for SIMON and GOETZ from Germany http://familytreemaker.genealogy.com/users/s/i/m/David-E-Simon/index.html September 11 Email: Date The local time and date when the message was written. 9/17/2001 September 11 Email: To The email addresses, and optionally names of the message's recipients jewishgen@lyris.jewishgen.org September 11 Email: From The email address, and optionally the name of the author. david90@alumni.princeton.edu September 11 Email: CC The email addresses of those who received the message addressed primarily to another. September 11 Email: Subject A brief summary of the topic of the message. No Words to Describe Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource email1019.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Emails Description An account of the resource This collection contains emails which were sent or received on or around September 11, 2001. As of this writing individuals have submitted more than 1,500 correspondences. September 11 Email September 11 Email: Body The basic content, as unstructured text; sometimes containing a signature block at the end. From: lilian schorr (lilianschorr@elsitio.net) Subject: RE: Siddur (Re: No words to describe) Newsgroups: soc.genealogy.jewish Date: 2001-09-13 18:20:16 PST ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ To post a message to this mailing list please address it to jewishgen@lyris.jewishgen.org ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Encylopedia of Jewish Life - available for shipping WORLDWIDE http://www.jewishgen.org/jewishgenmall ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear David, There are no words to describe the loss of lives........ but concerning your siddur, just think what happened here in Argentina in 1994, when the AMIA was bombed. It had the largest Jewish Library of Latin America. Records of the first imigration of jews into Argentina. Many, many of those books were recovered from under debris and with patience and volunteers were recovered. Many undescribable documents have been lost, but also many were recovered from the hands of insane terrorism. Have faith....... Lilian Schorr Landes lilianschorr@elsitio.net ----- Original Message ----- From: David Simon Bendory <david90@alumni.princeton.edu> Newsgroups: soc.genealogy.jewish To: JewishGen Discussion Group <jewishgen@lyris.jewishgen.org> Sent: Wednesday, September 12, 2001 9:06 PM Subject: Siddur (Re: No words to describe) Many of you responded to my earlier message regarding my great-grandmother's siddur, locked in my desk at One Liberty Plaza. One Liberty Plaza has at least partially collapsed now. The part remaining standing is teetering. I have little hope of ever recovering the siddur. Thank you all for your kind words at this time. If you are interested in seeing the siddur, the inside cover can be viewed here: http://members.home.net/dbendory/siddur/cover.jpg I previously scanned about 20 pages of the siddur, which I may have privately republished. If you are interested in following this project, please contact me privately. If there is sufficient interest, perhaps I will publish it as a fund raiser for JewishGen.org. David ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Pledge your support or make a gift to JewishGen today YOU make it all happen! http://www.jewishgen.org/jewishgen-erosity/ JewishGen is a public service 501(c)3 institution ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ September 11 Email: Date The local time and date when the message was written. 9/12/2001 September 11 Email: To The email addresses, and optionally names of the message's recipients jewishgen@lyris.jewishgen.org September 11 Email: From The email address, and optionally the name of the author. September 11 Email: CC The email addresses of those who received the message addressed primarily to another. September 11 Email: Subject A brief summary of the topic of the message. Siddur (Re: No words to describe) Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource email1020.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Emails Description An account of the resource This collection contains emails which were sent or received on or around September 11, 2001. As of this writing individuals have submitted more than 1,500 correspondences. September 11 Email September 11 Email: Body The basic content, as unstructured text; sometimes containing a signature block at the end. ----- Original Message ----- From: A.J. To: Lewis xxx, Lt.Col. USAF(ret) Sent: Saturday, September 15, 2001 12:53 PM Subject: I hope that you and your family are safe. Dear Lewis, I hope that you and your family are safe. Please send me a quick message to let me know. Since you have worked with people in the Pentagon, you may have lost friends and colleagues. Please accept my condolences. The evil tradition of trying to spread Islam by the fire and the sword lives on. These doomed agents of malevolent darkness blissfully cry, "god is great, as they suicidally slaughter thousands of innocents. One can only surmise they're idiotically praising the "prince and power of the air" as they descend unaware into the gates of hell. With a tragedy on such a scale, it is difficult, if not impossible to find words to accurately describe my feelings. These insane attacks are more than ordinary evil acts; they appear demonic. I don't know how many of my former associates and the guys I used to ride the trains back and forth to Wall Street have been killed or wounded. I may never know. One day I may ask how old X is doing, and find out that he was in one the towers, or on the street below having a morning coffee and bagel from a street vendor when the "napalm" engulfed him. May God bless and keep you and your family safe from all harm A.J. September 11 Email: Date The local time and date when the message was written. Sent: Saturday, September 15, 2001 12:53 PM September 11 Email: To The email addresses, and optionally names of the message's recipients Lewis xxx, Lt.Col. USAF(ret) September 11 Email: From The email address, and optionally the name of the author. A.J. September 11 Email: CC The email addresses of those who received the message addressed primarily to another. September 11 Email: Subject A brief summary of the topic of the message. Subject: I hope that you and your family are safe. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource email1021.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Emails Description An account of the resource This collection contains emails which were sent or received on or around September 11, 2001. As of this writing individuals have submitted more than 1,500 correspondences. September 11 Email September 11 Email: Body The basic content, as unstructured text; sometimes containing a signature block at the end. Hey Chad I trully appreciate your concern. I do not have any ill feelings toward you. I really cannot begin to explain what happened with our friendhip. Anyway my family and i are okay. my aunt works down the street from the towers; we were concerned about her. She made it home okay after being stuck downtown for hours. Again, thank you for being concerned and I will talk to you again soon. Your Friend, Nikky. -----Original Message----- From: Chad Sent: Thursday, September 13, 2001 6:26pm To: Nicole Subject: new york Nicole, I know we haven't talked to each other in a long time; but I just realized that you may have friends or family in New York. And I'm writing in the hope that they weren't harmed by the horrible events this week. A thing like this makes me realize what's truly important in life, and has lead me to contact everyone I've known and cared about in my life whose lives may have been directly affected by these awful terrorist acts (though we have all no doubt been affected). Whatever gap may exist between us is not important to me now. It seems everyone has some connection to the catastrophe. We have a family friend who works across the street from the Twin Towers and narrowly escaped the carnage. And I can't count the number of times I've heard of people who know people close to me who were in Manhattan or on those airplanes Tuesday. I don't know what your feelings are about me. But please respond--I won't know what to think if you don't! I certainly hope you yourself weren't in New York on Tuesday for I know you visit there occasionally. I truly hope everything is ok with you, your family and loved ones. Sincerely, Chad September 11 Email: Date The local time and date when the message was written. Sun 9/16/01 3:42 pm September 11 Email: To The email addresses, and optionally names of the message's recipients Chad September 11 Email: From The email address, and optionally the name of the author. Nicole September 11 Email: CC The email addresses of those who received the message addressed primarily to another. September 11 Email: Subject A brief summary of the topic of the message. Re: new york Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource email1023.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. Status The process status of this item. approved Consent Whether September 11 Digital Archive has permission to possess this item. full Posting Whether the contributor gave permission to post this item. yes Copyright Whether the contributor holds copyright to this item. yes Source The source of this item. born-digital Media Type The media type of this item. email Created by Author Whether the author created this item. unknown Described by Author Whether the description of this item was submitted by the author. yes Date Entered The date this item was entered into the archive. 2003-01-04 IP Address The IP address of the device used to submit the item. 66.56.8.218 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Emails Description An account of the resource This collection contains emails which were sent or received on or around September 11, 2001. As of this writing individuals have submitted more than 1,500 correspondences. September 11 Email September 11 Email: Body The basic content, as unstructured text; sometimes containing a signature block at the end. Michelle, I don't know but this information could be helpful to you. I remember you said you didn't know what to say to Kynder when she brought up the terrorist attacks. -Chad http://www.fema.gov/nwz01/nwz01_99.htm September 11 Email: Date The local time and date when the message was written. Thu 9/13/01 8:38 pm September 11 Email: To The email addresses, and optionally names of the message's recipients Michelle September 11 Email: From The email address, and optionally the name of the author. Chad September 11 Email: CC The email addresses of those who received the message addressed primarily to another. September 11 Email: Subject A brief summary of the topic of the message. FEMA FEMA Offers Advice On How To Talk To Children Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource email1024.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Emails Description An account of the resource This collection contains emails which were sent or received on or around September 11, 2001. As of this writing individuals have submitted more than 1,500 correspondences. September 11 Email September 11 Email: Body The basic content, as unstructured text; sometimes containing a signature block at the end. Chad: . . . I thought it was hilarious when O'Reily compared him to Dr. Strangelove. I have never seen Leonard espouse his views before. So you thought he was a bit too radical, stating we should allow the military to decide which weapons to use during battle? Limited nuclear weapons would do a nice job on the underground cave structure, don't you think? One of my roommates in USAF pilot training was an Iranian pilot trainee named Kayhan Shamsee. He described for me in 1970 the growing militancy of the Islamic fundamentalist, and that someday he would be shooting down U.S airplanes, because they would kill him if he didn't abide by their rules. . . . Dad September 11 Email: Date The local time and date when the message was written. Tue 10/2/01 11:21 am September 11 Email: To The email addresses, and optionally names of the message's recipients Chad September 11 Email: From The email address, and optionally the name of the author. Dad September 11 Email: CC The email addresses of those who received the message addressed primarily to another. September 11 Email: Subject A brief summary of the topic of the message. Re: From Dad Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource email1025.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. Status The process status of this item. approved Consent Whether September 11 Digital Archive has permission to possess this item. full Posting Whether the contributor gave permission to post this item. yes Copyright Whether the contributor holds copyright to this item. yes Source The source of this item. born-digital Media Type The media type of this item. email Created by Author Whether the author created this item. unknown Described by Author Whether the description of this item was submitted by the author. yes Date Entered The date this item was entered into the archive. 2003-01-04 IP Address The IP address of the device used to submit the item. 66.56.8.218 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Emails Description An account of the resource This collection contains emails which were sent or received on or around September 11, 2001. As of this writing individuals have submitted more than 1,500 correspondences. September 11 Email September 11 Email: Body The basic content, as unstructured text; sometimes containing a signature block at the end. -----Original Message----- From: owner-vfr-digest@cs.wisc.edu [mailto:owner-vfr-digest@cs.wisc.edu] Sent: Tuesday, September 11, 2001 8:59 AM To: vfr-digest@cs.wisc.edu Subject: vfr-digest V1 #4580 vfr-digest Tuesday, September 11 2001 Volume 01 : Number 4580 ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Digest contents (subjects): 001: Rob McKinnon Re: 800 headers 002: Rob McKinnon My personal 2002 musings FWIW. 003: Radu Nedelcu 2002 VFR comments (long) 004: Anabelle13 2002 pipes 005: Rob McKinnon 2002 HP/Torque figures (converted from metric) 006: Kevin R Fw: Tiffany Update 007: Mike Roell Re: 2002 VFR comments (long) 008: Tom Heron Chain Driven Cams on Honda's 2002 VFR - Oh No!!! 009: Brian Light 2002 VFR...MISSED THE MARK AGAIN!! 010: Adam Begley 02 - told ya ! 011: Rupert.Williams Re: 2002 VFR 012: =?iso-8859-1?q?Dez=20 2002 model... just my humble .02 cents 013: Adam Begley '02 - unofficial nickname? 014: Christopher Leach RE: [bavfr] For those not on the big list, the 2002 015: Corey Risolvato Re: vfr-digest V1 #4578 016: Richard L. Casale My opinion of the 2002 VFR 017: Greg Wood FS:1998 VFR 800Fi - Price Reduced 018: Stewart, Craig A Paging Jonathan. 019: Andy George My '02 thoughts... 020: Gary Dehner Front brake pulsing on VFR800 Addendum 021: louis guttilla Holy Shit... 022: Stewart, Craig A HOLY CRAP 023: deoredx Re: Holy Shit... 024: Re: Holy Shit... Ross Weitzner 025: deoredx Re: Re: Holy Shit... 026: Dave Lawrence Re: reg/rect, etc 027: Stewart, Craig A RE: Holy Shit... 028: Nate in N.E. Re: Holy Shit... 029: Wayne Beaver RE: ... amongst all this 2002 talk ... 030: Jim Plutnicki - Workg '02 VFR ---------------------------------------------------------------------- [prior e-mails removed] Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 08:58:51 -0400 From: "louis guttilla" <vfrguido@hotmail.com> To: vfr@cs.wisc.edu Subject: Holy Shit... Message-ID: <F19ClIgzOGz5t9yxTFY0000a2f7@hotmail.com> X-Message-Number: 021 A plane just crashed into the World Trade Center. The building is on fire, I'm staring right at it. I pray to God no one is hurt, but it appears as if the top floors are all on fire. Lou NYC _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ------------------------------------------------------------------ The VF/VFR mailing list--see http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~john/vfr-list/ for subscribe/unsubscribe, policy and archive information. Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 09:01:26 -0400 From: "Stewart, Craig A" <craig.a.stewart@lmco.com> To: "'VFR owners group'" <vfr@cs.wisc.edu>, "'Honda Sport Touring Association'" <hsta@listproc.bgsu.edu> Subject: HOLY CRAP Message-ID: <FF4447DA8414D3118B8E00508B08F0D208BD4CB4@emss06m07.ems.lmco.com> X-Message-Number: 022 A 737 has just crashed into the top of one of the towers of the World Trade center! ------------------------------------------------------------------ The VF/VFR mailing list--see http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~john/vfr-list/ for subscribe/unsubscribe, policy and archive information. Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 09:03:43 -0400 From: deoredx@mindspring.com To: louis guttilla <vfrguido@hotmail.com>, vfr@cs.wisc.edu Subject: Re: Holy Shit... Message-ID: <Springmail.105.1000213423.0.68446000@www.springmail.com> X-Message-Number: 023 Damn... this is one way to get up to the minue news. Excite news just put up a brief blurb on it. louis guttilla <vfrguido@hotmail.com> wrote: > A plane just crashed into the World Trade Center. The building is on fire, I'm staring right at it. Lou NYC ------------------------------------------------------------------ The VF/VFR mailing list--see http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~john/vfr-list/ for subscribe/unsubscribe, policy and archive information. Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 09:05:16 -0400 From: Ross Weitzner <force_v_4@yahoo.com> To: louis guttilla <vfrguido@hotmail.com>, <vfr@cs.wisc.edu> Subject: Re: Holy Shit... Message-ID: <B7C3844C.2D65%force_v_4@yahoo.com> X-Message-Number: 024 on 9.11.01 8.58 AM, louis guttilla at vfrguido@hotmail.com wrote: > A plane just crashed into the World Trade Center. > The building is on fire, I'm staring right at it. > I pray to God no one is hurt, but it appears as if the top floors are all on > fire. And then there was a second one that hit the second tower. If that's not terrorism, I don't know what is. :-< -- Ross Weitzner force_v_4@yahoo.com Photographer, Unfulfilled Dreamer '86 Honda VF1000R '92 Honda VFR750F Force V4 -- If you don't have it, you don't understand. _________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com ------------------------------------------------------------------ The VF/VFR mailing list--see http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~john/vfr-list/ for subscribe/unsubscribe, policy and archive information. Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 09:09:54 -0400 From: deoredx@mindspring.com To: Ross Weitzner <force_v_4@yahoo.com>, vfr@cs.wisc.edu Subject: Re: Re: Holy Shit... Message-ID: <Springmail.105.1000213794.0.04330700@www.springmail.com> X-Message-Number: 025 A second one?!?! Ross Weitzner <force_v_4@yahoo.com> wrote: > on 9.11.01 8.58 AM, louis guttilla at vfrguido@hotmail.com wrote: And then there was a second one that hit the second tower. If that's not terrorism, I don't know what is. :- ------------------------------------------------------------------ The VF/VFR mailing list--see http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~john/vfr-list/ for subscribe/unsubscribe, policy and archive information. Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 13:26:31 From: "Dave Lawrence" <gtoxke@hotmail.com> To: vfr@cs.wisc.edu Subject: Re: reg/rect, etc Message-ID: <F53y1wdi3qZLOkEiQFh00013e5d@hotmail.com> X-Message-Number: 026 What is Honda's policy with reg/rect warranty? (rhetorical.....I'll check before I buy ;) I was in touch with Electrex yesterday and they say they won't have a unit for the VFR800 for 6 weeks.....sounds suspicious in light of all the recent comments here. I'm suspicious of my original equipment r/r after several no-start episodes before and after buying a new battery....been monitoring the output as i ride and it is intermittently low (ranges from 13.9V to 11.9V). These start failures always occur after riding all day Electrex unit is $146, local Honda price is $169.22. Shoei v Arai? How can you go wrong...Buy the one that feels best on your head. Dave Lawrence ST1100 VFR800 Intruder 1500 R1 (son's) GSX-R1000 (other son's) DAMN!! Just watched what appears to be a terrorist attack on the World Trade Center!! TWO planes crashed into the WTC within half hour. _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ------------------------------------------------------------------ The VF/VFR mailing list--see http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~john/vfr-list/ for subscribe/unsubscribe, policy and archive information. Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 09:48:18 -0400 From: "Stewart, Craig A" <craig.a.stewart@lmco.com> To: "'VFR owners group'" <vfr@cs.wisc.edu>, "'Honda Sport Touring Association'" <hsta@listproc.bgsu.edu> Subject: RE: Holy Shit... Message-ID: <FF4447DA8414D3118B8E00508B08F0D208BD4CB5@emss06m07.ems.lmco.com> X-Message-Number: 027 For those w/o News Services... 1 plane crashed intentionally into each of the World Trade Center buildings (2 planes total). Both builings are on fire from the 1/2 to the 3/4 portions. Excuse this break in ettiqute: FUCK TERRORISTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Holy Shit the Pentegon just got hit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ------------------------------------------------------------------ The VF/VFR mailing list--see http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~john/vfr-list/ for subscribe/unsubscribe, policy and archive information. Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 09:47:13 -0400 From: "Nate in N.E." <vfr523@hotmail.com> To: vfrguido@hotmail.com, vfr@cs.wisc.edu Subject: Re: Holy Shit... Message-ID: <F159i0HqyI6TQBc5ZVV0000cc1b@hotmail.com> X-Message-Number: 028 Crap. Fire at the Pentagon in DC as well. Bless all their souls, everyone watch you asses... Nate '99 800Fi 'Gertrude' The Vifferhead's Prayer Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray above my R/R to keep. If it should die before I wake, My trip to work the cage must make. >From: "louis guttilla" <vfrguido@hotmail.com> >To: vfr@cs.wisc.edu >Subject: Holy Shit... >Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 08:58:51 -0400 > >A plane just crashed into the World Trade Center. >The building is on fire, I'm staring right at it. >I pray to God no one is hurt, but it appears as if the top floors are all >on >fire. > >Lou >NYC _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ------------------------------------------------------------------ The VF/VFR mailing list--see http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~john/vfr-list/ for subscribe/unsubscribe, policy and archive information. 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(See digest sec.) -----Original Message----- From: owner-vfr-digest@cs.wisc.edu [mailto:owner-vfr-digest@cs.wisc.edu] Sent: Thursday, September 13, 2001 4:10 PM To: vfr-digest@cs.wisc.edu Subject: vfr-digest V1 #4588 vfr-digest Thursday, September 13 2001 Volume 01 : Number 4588 ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Digest contents (subjects): 001: louis guttilla Thank you... 002: Joe Foe Re: Have a great trip everyone. 003: Booth 2002 VFR Poll is up and running 004: Booth Re: 2002 VFR Poll is up and running 005: Mark Matre Re: Classified info - shut the hell up!!! 006: Walshe, Gerald God bless America and hondavfr.com 007: vfr 800 RE: Gas Mileage 008: Kevin Glick RE: still in shock... 009: VfourMe Room at the Inn 010: Marc Brinker WDGAH - no shows only 011: Darryn A. Fessel Re: Gas Mileage 012: Marc Brinker WDGAH Schedule of "Events" 013: VFRESQ Hussey 014: RE: NADY MRC-11 Jeff Magar 015: KG Re: Classified info - shut the hell up!!! 016: Mike Roell Re: Classified info - shut the hell up!!! NVFRC 017: Bill Hussey Thank you ... 018: Don Wright For those of you with a sense of humor... 019: Quint Marcaletti terrible victory... 020: Robb Z sorta spam, sorta disaster relief, WTC 021: Jason Beren Re: For those of you with a sense of humor... 022: Robert Stone Power Commander: Fuel Efficiency Commander? :) 023: Robert Stone oil NOT causing CLUTCH SLIPPAGE 024: Kevin Glick FW: thought you might like this 025: Stewart, Craig A Barbers Museum from Kennesaw (Atlanta) Ga, Friday 1 026: Booth 2002 Poll Update ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 11:18:26 -0400 From: "louis guttilla" <vfrguido@hotmail.com> To: vfr@cs.wisc.edu Subject: Thank you... Message-ID: <F177EI2rV4ZneAzdfTV000014c2@hotmail.com> X-Message-Number: 001 First & foremost, I'd like to thank everyone around the world for their prayers, concerns, etc.. I rec'd several e-mails, from concerned Listers & would like to thank them all. I believe that I was the first to post the list on Tuesday morning's tragic events. Immediately after I posted, I evacuated my building, 101 Hudson Street in Jersey City, NJ. (about 3/10 miles accross the water from the WTC) I cannot express in words, what has transpired since I last spoke w/the List. Nor can I express what I saw, just a few hundred yards from the WTC. Amazingly, all of my friends who worked in the area have survived. One was late for work, another at a golf outing...luckily the rest escaped on time. There were some broken bones, but everyone (at least I think) that I know has survived. The sad reality is that I have dozens of neighbors & friends who can not say the same. I wouldn't dare tell everyone the horror that many of my friends witnessed. I heard stories over the past 2 days that have crippled me emotionally. Nothing is as real as being 6 inches from someone who is telling you what they lived. I have also heard stories that have inspired me. After being "stranded" in NJ until 9:30am yesterday (not really I crashed at my uncle's house) I returned to my apartment in Staten Island w/a new friend. Tommy is unable to get back to his home in Battery Park City (up the block from the WTC). I recently learned, that Staten Island is now closed off at all borders due to terrorist suspicions. Funny, seems like I'm locked out of my house while someone else is locked in, w/his foot in a cast. Not as tragically, I will not be able to attend WDGAH V, as my bike is down & I have too much to deal w/@ home & work. I am now counting down the days until COTU III & WDGAH VI! ;) I hope everyone has a great time in light of what has happened & look forward to seeing everyone soon. God Bless everyone who is affected by this tragedy & may he have mercy on the souls of those responsible. Lou NYC _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ------------------------------------------------------------------ The VF/VFR mailing list--see http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~john/vfr-list/ for subscribe/unsubscribe, policy and archive information. Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 09:13:57 -0700 (PDT) From: Mark Matre <mmatre@yahoo.com> To: Corey Risolvato <c_risolvato@hotmail.com>, pschoonveld@allshare.nl, vfr-digest@cs.wisc.edu, vfrlist@yahoogroups.com Subject: Re: Classified info - shut the hell up!!! Message-ID: <20010913161357.91180.qmail@web13503.mail.yahoo.com> X-Message-Number: 005 > I am talking about information that may be VITAL > to the US for security > reasons. It's simply about keeping your mouth shut > and using your brains > before you speak. Why do you think that is? > Because the LESS the perpetrators know about what > investigators (and military assassins - go SEALs, HOOYA!!), the greater the chances af > apprehending them. The 1st amendment gives you the > right to say a great > many things; your grey matter SHOULD give you the > sense and intelligence and > reason to NOT say it. Mark said: I am sure if you knew JB personally you would know that he would never jeopardize an operation in progress. The information about his former team mates was broadcast on the local TV stations when they moved out to Norfolk. Their destination is unknown as is their mission. The local papers mentioned their mount out with any destinations left blank. Did you notice his signature at the bottom of the message or was this just a knee jerk reaction ? I have been his friend for over twenty years and and trust his judgement in all military matters. My .02 worth. VFR content, does anyone make a left side high mount for my Y2K ? I would like to show off my wheel a little more. Mark M. somewhere near the tidewater ===== __________________________________________________ Terrorist Attacks on U.S. - How can you help? Donate cash, emergency relief information http://dailynews.yahoo.com/fc/US/Emergency_Information/ ------------------------------------------------------------------ The VF/VFR mailing list--see http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~john/vfr-list/ for subscribe/unsubscribe, policy and archive information. Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 09:18:57 -0700 From: "Walshe, Gerald" <Gerald.Walshe@schwab.com> To: "'VFR@cs.wisc.edu'" <VFR@cs.wisc.edu> Subject: God bless America and hondavfr.com Message-ID: <DDC71A0629D2D411B5A00002A51324D40528DE75@n1022smx.nt.schwab.com> X-Message-Number: 006 FYI, Just went to the hondavfr.com website, all that is shown are the words "God bless America". What class, what compassion, what thoughtfulness!! It makes me proud to ride a VFR and be associated with all those who do also. Ride safe everyone. God bless. Gerry Walshe '00 VFR (Yellow of course) ------------------------------------------------------------------ The VF/VFR mailing list--see http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~john/vfr-list/ for subscribe/unsubscribe, policy and archive information. Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 12:44:22 -0400 From: "Kevin Glick" <kglick@speakeasy.org> To: "Bruce and Michele" <bwmgw@mindspring.com>, "Chris Stumpf" <cstumpf@monmouth.com>, "VFR Mailing list" <vfr@cs.wisc.edu> Subject: RE: still in shock... Message-ID: <NEBBKKJJJMLBNPBJDOKEKEKLMGAB.kglick@speakeasy.org> X-Message-Number: 008 YOu know this is the one that bothers me. IT DIDN'T TAKE BIG MONEY. Not in the grand scheme of things. If it took MAYBE 100k I'd be surprised. Their greatest expense was training one or two pilots who then had to teach one or two others the relatively simple task of steering the plane and pointing it at a 700ft wide target. They didn't need to take off or land they just needed to know where the transponder switch was and which way to point it. Hell even the bombs where free :-( kev It takes _big_ money to pull off > what was just done; > it > would be harder if the terrorists didnt have two nickels to rub > together. Eliminate > their > money sources. > Bruce in Tucson > ------------------------------------------------------------------ The VF/VFR mailing list--see http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~john/vfr-list/ for subscribe/unsubscribe, policy and archive information. Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 13:18:53 EDT From: VFRESQ@aol.com To: vfr-digest@cs.wisc.edu Subject: Hussey Message-ID: <a5.1b66a228.28d2447d@aol.com> X-Message-Number: 013 I spoke to Bill this morning, and he's OK. He now lives with his true love in Chinatown, about 10 blocks from theWTC, and he saw most of what happened first hand - including the collapse of both towers. What he describes is beyond belief! He got to his office this morning with great difficulty, and is now waiting to learn if he has to work tomorrow, which apparently depends on whether the stock market is open or not. If he's not working, he and Chris Pitts are planning on meeting me and my buddy Richard at my place in Connecticut at around 10:00 a.m., and we'll head for West Lebanon (although if its raining and looks like its about to stop, we may delay the departure for a little while). Although we didn't discuss this, knowing Bill, if he has to work, he'll leave NYC after work and be in NH late Friday night . . . (didn't he do something like that two years ago at Lake George?) So . . . ride safe, and we'll see you guys tomorrow. Chris Burdett ------------------------------------------------------------------ The VF/VFR mailing list--see http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~john/vfr-list/ for subscribe/unsubscribe, policy and archive information. Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 11:36:07 -0700 From: "KG" <kgushaty@telusplanet.net> To: <vfr-digest@cs.wisc.edu>, <pschoonveld@allshare.nl> Subject: Re: Classified info - shut the hell up!!! Message-ID: <006601c13c82$f6fd6060$6401a8c0@ab.hsia.telus.net> X-Message-Number: 015 Patrick Wrote: Boy, I sure do hope you and your ilk put a stop to this damned freedom we Americans have had for the last 225 years or so. Perhaps you would like to take away our guns with our freedom of speech? How about declaring martial law and eliminating the needs for those pesky "search warrants" that have plagued LEOs for so long? I was just thinking today that my encryption keys should be given to the FBI in order to make sure I don't say anything wrong. Nice to see my homeland has upheld its freedom. I quote John Perry Barlow, EFF (eff.org): As most of you know, I believe that the United States has gradually, subtly, invisibly to most of us, become a police state over the last 30 years. --snip-- Within a few hours, we will see beginning the most vigorous efforts to end what remains of freedom in America. Those of who are willing to sacrifice a little - largely illusory - safety in order to maintain our faith in the original ideals of America will have to fight for those ideals just as vigorously. I beg you to begin NOW to do whatever you can - whether writing your public officials, joining the ACLU or EFF, taking to the streets, or living visibly free and fearless lives - to prevent the spasm of control mania from destroying the dreams that far more have died for over the last two hundred twenty five years than died this morning. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/wtcattack/message/93 For those who don't know, John Perry Barlow is a songwriter, cattle rancher, and co-founder of the Electronic Frontier Foundation (EFF). Despite how you may feel about him personally, he fights for the rights of all Americans. _______________________ Pat: As long as your penchant for "rights" is appropriately balanced with a clear understanding of the "responsibilities" that attend each of those rights, I can live with this kind of diatribe. The ACLU, and their ilk, however, seem to constantly yammer on and on about the rights that define freedom in America...... That's simply unadulterated BULL****. It's really the execution of our personal responsibilities that guard our freedom and subsequently guarantee our rights. BrianG ------------------------------------------------------------------ The VF/VFR mailing list--see http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~john/vfr-list/ for subscribe/unsubscribe, policy and archive information. Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 10:21:38 -0700 (PDT) From: Mike Roell <vfr_mike@yahoo.com> To: "VFR List" <vfr@cs.wisc.edu> Subject: Re: Classified info - shut the hell up!!! NVFRC Message-ID: <20010913172138.47572.qmail@web13806.mail.yahoo.com> X-Message-Number: 016 Mmm, sarcasm. Isn't that nice. Freedom of speech is great and I really can't stand it when people try to squash it. However, IT DOES NOT EXTEND TO THE LEAKING OF CLASSIFIED TROOP AND EQUIPMENT MOVEMENTS!! There are many things that the enemy doesn't need to know. Mike San Diego, CA --- Patrick Schoonveld <pschoonveld@allshare.nl> wrote: <snipped sarcastic garbage> __________________________________________________ Terrorist Attacks on U.S. - How can you help? Donate cash, emergency relief information http://dailynews.yahoo.com/fc/US/Emergency_Information/ ------------------------------------------------------------------ The VF/VFR mailing list--see http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~john/vfr-list/ for subscribe/unsubscribe, policy and archive information. Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 14:12:53 -0400 From: "Bill Hussey" <list_squid@hotmail.com> To: vfr@cs.wisc.edu Subject: Thank you ... Message-ID: <F64NI10MKQ7MxJBKSNl00011cfe@hotmail.com> X-Message-Number: 017 Thank you all for your concerns, I am fine. I am sorry I was unable to contact anyone before now, but the situation around here is ... I can't find a word. I had a coworker email us Tuesday morning because they stopped his train and said that there was a fire at the WTC which didn't alarm anyone. 5 seconds later a member of the Unix team here came over and said that Ray (my boss' boss) just came out of the WTC and a plane had hit it. We threw on the radio at my desk, which indeed confirmed that a large plane had struck the north tower, and we all ran outside to watch. We got out there in plenty of time to watch as the second plane smashed into the south tower, I was on a payphone talking to my girlfriend at the time and our line was cut off the instant the second plane hit. I was 8 blocks away and a minimum of 600 feet below the blast and I could still feel the heat. Paper fell from both towers for what seemed like forever, some of it burning, most of it just glittering in the sun. Then the people started to jump .... I watched some of them .... it was like being on the set of a movie, one with no special effects ... I don't know any other way to describe it. We stood there, a co-worker and I, and just watched, stunned, frozen, confused, frightened ... you name the negative emotion, we all felt it. By this time they had evacuated our building too, and as my whole company watched ... the south tower crumbled in a diplay of sight and sound that I can't remotely begin to describe. 5 seconds later I turned around and walked back to the apartment in China Town that I'm currently living in. I got there just in time to turn on the news and watch the second tower crumble. My girlfriend and I stayed glued to the news Tuesday night, finally deciding around 6PM that we'd go get my car from the parking garage, get my cell phone and personal items from the office (I'd left them all upstairs not realizing what was about to happen), and we'd go give blood. We got to the office, and it wasn't just our office anymore, the front atrium was a triage center. We couldn't get in the building at all, so we tried volunteering. NYC ... an amazing place. By this time they had had more volunteers than they needed at the triage center. We walked up 3 blocks where they were taking voluteers for Ground 0 cleanup ... but since neither of us were iron or construction workers, we were turned away. We went to the Red Cross a few more blocks away, but they were full as well. We went and got my car out of the parking garage, bastards charged me the surcharge for leaving the vehicle past 7PM ... and headed for uptown where we would try to give blood. Asked a cop near the Holland Tunnel if he knew where the nearest blood center was, and he asked us if we could give a fireman a ride up to 66th Street. His name was Mitch, nice guy, apologized for putting his helmet on my dashboard because he didn't mean to dirty my car ... he explained to us that they needed people to drive the ladder truck out of this fire station because the entire company had been lost when the first tower collapsed ... the entire company. We tried to give blood, but they were turning people away and asking us to come back tomorrow, we went home and called it a night. The next day was just as eery, if not worse. No vehicles ... none at all except emergency and construction vehicles, allowed to move below 14th Street. I had my car, but I couldn't move it. At Houston St., a barracade set up that stretched from from the east edge of the island to the west, no one in or out unless you had ID showing that you lived there. I went to walk my girlfriend to work on 33rd St, but I had to turn around before the barracade otherwise I wouldn't have been let back in. I went back home (China Town), grabbed my camera and 8 rolls of film, and went for a walk. I can't describe what it's like, walking along Canal St, with not a vehicle in sight other than the occasional dump truck or police car. Canal St is bumper to bumper every day of the year, every hour of the day ... and it was just empty, as was every other street for as far as I could see. I tried getting south of Canal so I could get to my office and retrieve my cell phone which is where I have all my friends and family's phone numbers stored, but no one, not even residents, are allowed down there. I watched for a few minutes as one couple pleaded with officers to let them by, their dog hadn't eaten in 24 hours and would starve to death soon, but the police had their orders and no one was let past. Got a call from my bosses last night, asking me if there was any way that I could get to the office tomorrow. Woke up early, went over to Canal, and tried asking nicely, but there was no way. Ended up waiting by a small side street where they had only posted two cops to watch, one went for coffee, and while the other turned to yell out a change to his order, I had to slip under the rope and hide behind a dumpster for a minute before silently moving away and slipping over to my office ... I feel like secret agent man. Well, I'm back at the office now, finally have access to email, and finally have my cell phone back. I'm one of the ones fortunate enough to not have known (at least I don't think so at this point) anyone involved in this horror, but my heart goes out to everyone touched by this gutless act. Someone was very stupid Tuesday .... they have once again brought up on it's feet, a sleeping giant. May the cowardly souls who committed this crime be subjected to horrors and pains they never thought were possible. God have no mercy on their souls. Bill _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ------------------------------------------------------------------ The VF/VFR mailing list--see http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~john/vfr-list/ for subscribe/unsubscribe, policy and archive information. Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 14:48:52 -0400 From: "Don Wright" <dfwjr1973@hotmail.com> To: vfr@cs.wisc.edu Subject: For those of you with a sense of humor... Message-ID: <F235ef2b0Jpc05IXgTh000117cd@hotmail.com> X-Message-Number: 018 Here is something I found on the Internet and found amusing. It is an annimation of OBL that someone did. It has foul language and has sick depictions, but thought some of you might find it amusing as well... If you don't like it, or don't want to see it, I don't care. But...if you do... <http://www.ernieshouseofwhoopass.com/osama.html> _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ------------------------------------------------------------------ The VF/VFR mailing list--see http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~john/vfr-list/ for subscribe/unsubscribe, policy and archive information. Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 14:56:08 -0400 From: "Quint Marcaletti" <vfrred@tusco.net> To: vfr@cs.wisc.edu Subject: terrible victory... Message-ID: <410-22001941318568866@tusco.net> X-Message-Number: 019 SNIP: ""It would be a terrible victory for the terrorists if we turned that anger on each other. Now is certainly not the time for political agendas, rhetoric and disagreements."" Agreed...remember, we're only talking about a handful of terrorists here, not a nation, race, religion, etc. Neil Peart sums it up nicely: "Better the pride that resides in a citizen of the world than the pride that divides when a colorful rag is unfurled" If I thought differently, I'd be on an "American-made" bike. (VFR content) This isn't about America -VS- them, it's about conquering/controlling the dark side of our human nature. Yes, we must do whatever it takes to prevent recurrence, but we have to weigh the costs of "eye for an eye" actions. God bless America....and the rest of us too! QAM Tusco.Net, Inc. Webmail ------------------------------------------------------------------ The VF/VFR mailing list--see http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~john/vfr-list/ for subscribe/unsubscribe, policy and archive information. Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 19:01:41 From: "Robb Z" <windingroads@hotmail.com> To: vfr@cs.wisc.edu Subject: sorta spam, sorta disaster relief, WTC Message-ID: <F144thODt9Cz93MgPPf00009c8c@hotmail.com> X-Message-Number: 020 Folks, I'd promised myself not to SPAM this list anymore, but things change. I'll be brief; we're putting together a donation to benefit a fund set up for the families of the firefighters & police personnel lost in New York this past week, and are donating ALL PROFITS ($75 per unit) from our direct Fastbag sales to that fund. Details at our website, www.usfastbag.com Offer available in areas not serviced by dealers (i.e., about 46 of the 50 states), valid through 9/25. Feel free to pass this info along to other moto lists which you think might have interested members. Thanks & God bless. Robb Zimdars Winding Roads Motorcycle Products _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ------------------------------------------------------------------ The VF/VFR mailing list--see http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~john/vfr-list/ for subscribe/unsubscribe, policy and archive information. Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 11:57:52 -0700 (PDT) From: Jason Beren <gromit_1138@yahoo.com> To: Don Wright <dfwjr1973@hotmail.com>, vfr@cs.wisc.edu Subject: Re: For those of you with a sense of humor... Message-ID: <20010913185752.3510.qmail@web14008.mail.yahoo.com> X-Message-Number: 021 For all the crying I've been doing at work I really welcomed a good laugh! Thanks a million :-) !@#$! OBL! --- Don Wright <dfwjr1973@hotmail.com> wrote: > Here is something I found on the Internet and found > amusing. It is an > annimation of OBL that someone did. It has foul > language and has sick > depictions, but thought some of you might find it > amusing as well... > > If you don't like it, or don't want to see it, I > don't care. But...if you > do... > > <http://www.ernieshouseofwhoopass.com/osama.html> > > > > > > _________________________________________________________________ > Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at > http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp > > ------------------------------------------------------------------ > The VF/VFR mailing list--see > http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~john/vfr-list/ > for subscribe/unsubscribe, policy and archive information. __________________________________________________ Terrorist Attacks on U.S. - How can you help? Donate cash, emergency relief information http://dailynews.yahoo.com/fc/US/Emergency_Information/ ------------------------------------------------------------------ The VF/VFR mailing list--see http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~john/vfr-list/ for subscribe/unsubscribe, policy and archive information. Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 16:18:16 -0400 From: "Kevin Glick" <kglick@speakeasy.org> To: "Near England Area Race List (NEAR)" <near@clarity.net>, "NYC Moto Digest" <nyc-moto@magpie.com>, "VFR" <vfr@cs.wisc.edu> Subject: FW: thought you might like this Message-ID: <NDBBIKDFJKKMJHNKAOBKEEFNJFAA.kglick@speakeasy.org> X-Message-Number: 024 Remember ALL of this as we go forward and make decisions on how to deal with this and future predicatments. "They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety." - Benjamin Franklin, Historical Review of Pennsylvania, 1759. FYI I'm not a big "flag waver" but I like this. > Hi guys, > I appreciate the wallpaper. So, to try to return the > favor, I send this along for your reflection. > Bruce > > > I AM THE FLAG OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA > > I am the flag of the United States of America. My name > is Old Glory. I fly > atop the world's tallest buildings. I stand watch in > America's halls of > justice. I fly majestically over institutions of > learning. I stand guard > with power in the world. Look up and see me. > > I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice. I stand for > freedom. I am > confident. I am arrogant. I am proud. > > When I am flown with my fellow banners, my head is a > little higher, my > colors a little truer. > > I bow to no one! I am recognized all over the world. I > am worshipped - I am > saluted. I am loved - I am revered. I am respected -- > and I am feared. > > I have fought in every battle of every war for more then > 200 years. I was > flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Shiloh and > Appomattox. I was there at San > Juan Hill, the trenches of France, in the Argonne > Forest, Anzio, Rome and > the beaches of Normandy, Guam. Okinawa, Korea and > KheSan, Saigon, Vietnam > know me, I was there. I led my troops, I was dirty, > battleworn and tired, > but my soldiers cheered me And I was proud. I have been > burned, torn and > trampled on the streets of countries I have helped set > free. It does not > hurt, for I am invincible. > > I have been soiled upon, burned, torn and trampled on > the streets of my > country. And when it's by those whom I've served in > battle -- it hurts. But > I shall overcome -- for I am strong. > > I have slipped the bonds of Earth and stood watch over > the uncharted > frontiers of space from my vantage point on the moon. I > have borne silent > witness to all of America's finest hours. But my finest > hours are yet to > come. > > When I am torn into strips and used as bandages for my > wounded comrades on > the battlefield, When I am flown at half-mast to honor > my soldier, Or when I > lie in the trembling arms of a grieving parent at the > grave of their fallen > son or daughter, I am proud. > > MY NAME IS OLD GLORY LONG MAY I WAVE. DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN > LONG MAY I WAVE > > > "They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a > little temporary safety > deserve neither liberty nor safety." > - Benjamin Franklin, Historical Review of Pennsylvania, > 1759. > ------------------------------------------------------------------ The VF/VFR mailing list--see http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~john/vfr-list/ for subscribe/unsubscribe, policy and archive information. End of vfr-digest V1 #4588 ************************** ------------------------------------------------------------------------- The VF/VFR list (digest mode) --see http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~john/vfr-list/ for subscribe/unsubscribe, policy and archive information. (See digest sec.) September 11 Email: Date The local time and date when the message was written. 9/11/01 September 11 Email: To The email addresses, and optionally names of the message's recipients September 11 Email: From The email address, and optionally the name of the author. September 11 Email: CC The email addresses of those who received the message addressed primarily to another. September 11 Email: Subject A brief summary of the topic of the message. On-line motorcycle group (incl. NYC members) discussion 9/11 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Emails Description An account of the resource This collection contains emails which were sent or received on or around September 11, 2001. As of this writing individuals have submitted more than 1,500 correspondences. September 11 Email September 11 Email: Body The basic content, as unstructured text; sometimes containing a signature block at the end. Hi, Just a quick note to let everyone know i am okay. We saw the fire on tv and ran downtown to see it. I was on my cell with my mom telling her what i was looking up at when the first tower collapsed. My friend and I were about 8 blocks away looking up at the towers. As it all came down around us we ran. We were running with all the crowds up the streets of Manhattan to get away. We were crying because I had seen people jump and wave from the towers just before. I thought we were going to die when I saw that building come down. It was the most horrible thing I have ever seen in my life. This is something you could never imagine. People were panicking. It was just like when the aliens blew up the empire state building in Independece Day. I thought it was coming for me. I am sorry I dont know what else to say. I have been interviewed on the phone by CTV and CBC in Newfoundland which was broadcast nationally. I have been interviewed by the Calgary Herald. My mom was interviewed live by a Calgary radio station. I have been asked to go to ABC studios in New York to be interviewed live on VTV news in Vancouver. I have to be there in an hour. I will be on the 5 and 6 pm news tonight. It will be broadcast live nationally in Canada on CTV. I will get back to everyone later. I love you all. I will keep you updated. Paul September 11 Email: Date The local time and date when the message was written. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Emails Description An account of the resource This collection contains emails which were sent or received on or around September 11, 2001. As of this writing individuals have submitted more than 1,500 correspondences. September 11 Email September 11 Email: Body The basic content, as unstructured text; sometimes containing a signature block at the end. From: X Date: Sun, 4 Nov 2001 13:14:03 EST To: X Subject: Fwd: It's about oil - from yesterdays San Francisco Chronicle In a message dated 11/3/01 11:30:16 AM, X writes: << It's about oil Ted Rall Friday, November 2, 2001 URL: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/archive/2001/11/02 /ED90804.DTL New York -- NURSULTAN NAZARBAYEV has a terrible problem. He's the president and former Communist Party boss of Kazakstan, the second-largest republic of the former Soviet Union. A few years ago, the giant country struck oil in the eastern portion of the Caspian Sea. Geologists estimate that sitting beneath the wind-blown steppes of Kazakstan are 50 billion barrels of oil -- by far the biggest untapped reserves in the world. (Saudi Arabia, currently the world's largest oil producer, is believed to have about 30 billion barrels remaining.) Kazakstan's Soviet-subsidized economy collapsed immediately after independence in 1991. When I visited the then-capital, Almaty, in 1997, I was struck by the utter absence of elderly people. One after another, people confided that their parents had died of malnutrition during the brutal winters of 1993 and 1994. Middle-class residents of a superpower had been reduced to abject poverty virtually overnight; thirtysomething women who appeared sixtysomething hocked their wedding silver in underpasses, next to reps for the Kazak state art museum trying to move enough socialist-realist paintings for a dollar each to keep the lights on. The average Kazak earned $20 a month; those unwilling or unable to steal died of gangrene while sitting on the sidewalk next to long- winded tales of woe written on cardboard. Autocrats tend to die badly during periods of downward mobility. Nazarbayev, therefore, has spent most of the past decade trying to get his landlocked oil out to sea. Once the oil starts flowing, it won't take long before Kazakstan replaces Kuwait as the land of Mercedes-Benzs and ugly gold jewelry. But the longer the pipeline, the more expensive and vulnerable it is to sabotage. The shortest route runs through Iran, but Kazakstan is too closely aligned with the United States to offend it by cutting a deal with Tehran. Russia has helpfully offered to build a line connecting Kazak oil rigs with the Black Sea, but neighboring Turkmenistan has experienced trouble with the Russians -- they tend to divert the oil for their own use without paying for it. There's even a plan to run crude through China, but the proposed 5,300-mile-long pipeline would be far too long to prove profitable. The logical alternative, then, is Unocal's plan, which is to extend Turkmenistan's existing system west to the Kazak field on the Caspian Sea and southeast to the Pakistani port of Karachi on the Arabian Sea. That project runs through Afghanistan. As Central Asian expert Ahmed Rashid describes in his book "Taliban," published last year, the United States and Pakistan decided to install a stable regime in place in Afghanistan around 1994 -- a regime that would end the country's civil war and thus ensure the safety of the Unocal pipeline project. Impressed by the ruthlessness and willingness of the then-emerging Taliban to cut a pipeline deal, the State Department and Pakistan's Inter- Services Intelligence agency agreed to funnel arms and funding to the Taliban in their war against the ethnically Tajik Northern Alliance. As recently as 1999, U.S. taxpayers paid the entire annual salary of every single Taliban government official, all in the hopes of returning to the days of dollar-a- gallon gas. Pakistan, naturally, would pick up revenues from a Karachi oil port facility. Harkening back to 19th century power politics between Russia and British India, Rashid dubbed the struggle for control of post-Soviet Central Asia "the new Great Game." Predictably, the Taliban Frankenstein got out of control. The regime's unholy alliance with Osama bin Laden's al Qaeda terrorist network, their penchant for invading their neighbors and their production of 50 percent of the world's opium made them unlikely partners for the desired oil deal. Then-President Bill Clinton's August 1998 cruise missile attack on Afghanistan briefly brought the Taliban back into line -- they even eradicated opium poppy cultivation in less than a year -- but they nonetheless continued supporting countless militant Islamic groups. When an Egyptian group whose members had trained in Afghanistan hijacked four airplanes and used them to kill thousands of Americans on September 11, Washington's patience with its former client finally expired. Finally the Bushies have the perfect excuse to do what the United States has wanted to do all along -- invade and/or install an old-school puppet regime in Kabul. Realpolitik no more cares about the thousands of dead than it concerns itself with oppressed women in Afghanistan; this ersatz war by a phony president is solely about getting the Unocal deal done without interference from annoying local middlemen. Central Asian politics, however, is a house of cards: every time you remove one element, the whole thing comes crashing down. Muslim extremists in both Pakistan and Afghanistan, for instance, will support additional terrorist attacks on the United States to avenge the elimination of the Taliban. A U.S.- installed Northern Alliance can't hold Kabul without an army of occupation because Afghan legitimacy hinges on capturing the capital on your own. Even if we do this the right way by funding and training the Northern Alliance so that they can seize power themselves, Pakistan's ethnic Pashtun government will never stand the replacement of their Pashtun brothers in the Taliban by Northern Alliance Tajiks. Without Pakistani cooperation, there's no getting the oil out and there's no chance for stability in Afghanistan. As Bush would say, "make no mistake": this is about oil. It's always about oil. And to twist a late '90s cliche, it's only boring because it's true. Ted Rall, a syndicated editorial cartoonist, has traveled extensively throughout Central Asia. In 2000, he went to Turkmenistan as a guest of the State Department. His latest book is "2024: A Graphic Novel" (NBM Books, May 2001). ©2001 San Francisco Chronicle Page A - 25 ----------------------- Headers -------------------------------- From: X Date: Saturday, November 3, 2001 11:27 AM To: (Recipient list suppressed) Subject: It's about oil - from yesterdays San Francisco Chronicle It's about oil Ted Rall Friday, November 2, 2001 URL: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/archive/2001/11/02 /ED90804.DTL New York -- NURSULTAN NAZARBAYEV has a terrible problem. He's the president and former Communist Party boss of Kazakstan, the second-largest republic of the former Soviet Union. A few years ago, the giant country struck oil in the eastern portion of the Caspian Sea. Geologists estimate that sitting beneath the wind-blown steppes of Kazakstan are 50 billion barrels of oil -- by far the biggest untapped reserves in the world. (Saudi Arabia, currently the world's largest oil producer, is believed to have about 30 billion barrels remaining.) Kazakstan's Soviet-subsidized economy collapsed immediately after independence in 1991. When I visited the then-capital, Almaty, in 1997, I was struck by the utter absence of elderly people. One after another, people confided that their parents had died of malnutrition during the brutal winters of 1993 and 1994. Middle-class residents of a superpower had been reduced to abject poverty virtually overnight; thirtysomething women who appeared sixtysomething hocked their wedding silver in underpasses, next to reps for the Kazak state art museum trying to move enough socialist-realist paintings for a dollar each to keep the lights on. The average Kazak earned $20 a month; those unwilling or unable to steal died of gangrene while sitting on the sidewalk next to long- winded tales of woe written on cardboard. Autocrats tend to die badly during periods of downward mobility. Nazarbayev, therefore, has spent most of the past decade trying to get his landlocked oil out to sea. Once the oil starts flowing, it won't take long before Kazakstan replaces Kuwait as the land of Mercedes-Benzs and ugly gold jewelry. But the longer the pipeline, the more expensive and vulnerable it is to sabotage. The shortest route runs through Iran, but Kazakstan is too closely aligned with the United States to offend it by cutting a deal with Tehran. Russia has helpfully offered to build a line connecting Kazak oil rigs with the Black Sea, but neighboring Turkmenistan has experienced trouble with the Russians -- they tend to divert the oil for their own use without paying for it. There's even a plan to run crude through China, but the proposed 5,300-mile-long pipeline would be far too long to prove profitable. The logical alternative, then, is Unocal's plan, which is to extend Turkmenistan's existing system west to the Kazak field on the Caspian Sea and southeast to the Pakistani port of Karachi on the Arabian Sea. That project runs through Afghanistan. As Central Asian expert Ahmed Rashid describes in his book "Taliban," published last year, the United States and Pakistan decided to install a stable regime in place in Afghanistan around 1994 -- a regime that would end the country's civil war and thus ensure the safety of the Unocal pipeline project. Impressed by the ruthlessness and willingness of the then-emerging Taliban to cut a pipeline deal, the State Department and Pakistan's Inter- Services Intelligence agency agreed to funnel arms and funding to the Taliban in their war against the ethnically Tajik Northern Alliance. As recently as 1999, U.S. taxpayers paid the entire annual salary of every single Taliban government official, all in the hopes of returning to the days of dollar-a- gallon gas. Pakistan, naturally, would pick up revenues from a Karachi oil port facility. Harkening back to 19th century power politics between Russia and British India, Rashid dubbed the struggle for control of post-Soviet Central Asia "the new Great Game." Predictably, the Taliban Frankenstein got out of control. The regime's unholy alliance with Osama bin Laden's al Qaeda terrorist network, their penchant for invading their neighbors and their production of 50 percent of the world's opium made them unlikely partners for the desired oil deal. Then-President Bill Clinton's August 1998 cruise missile attack on Afghanistan briefly brought the Taliban back into line -- they even eradicated opium poppy cultivation in less than a year -- but they nonetheless continued supporting countless militant Islamic groups. When an Egyptian group whose members had trained in Afghanistan hijacked four airplanes and used them to kill thousands of Americans on September 11, Washington's patience with its former client finally expired. Finally the Bushies have the perfect excuse to do what the United States has wanted to do all along -- invade and/or install an old-school puppet regime in Kabul. Realpolitik no more cares about the thousands of dead than it concerns itself with oppressed women in Afghanistan; this ersatz war by a phony president is solely about getting the Unocal deal done without interference from annoying local middlemen. Central Asian politics, however, is a house of cards: every time you remove one element, the whole thing comes crashing down. Muslim extremists in both Pakistan and Afghanistan, for instance, will support additional terrorist attacks on the United States to avenge the elimination of the Taliban. A U.S.- installed Northern Alliance can't hold Kabul without an army of occupation because Afghan legitimacy hinges on capturing the capital on your own. Even if we do this the right way by funding and training the Northern Alliance so that they can seize power themselves, Pakistan's ethnic Pashtun government will never stand the replacement of their Pashtun brothers in the Taliban by Northern Alliance Tajiks. Without Pakistani cooperation, there's no getting the oil out and there's no chance for stability in Afghanistan. As Bush would say, "make no mistake": this is about oil. It's always about oil. And to twist a late '90s cliche, it's only boring because it's true. Ted Rall, a syndicated editorial cartoonist, has traveled extensively throughout Central Asia. In 2000, he went to Turkmenistan as a guest of the State Department. His latest book is "2024: A Graphic Novel" (NBM Books, May 2001). ©2001 San Francisco Chronicle Page A - 25 September 11 Email: Date The local time and date when the message was written. Sun, 4 Nov 2001 September 11 Email: To The email addresses, and optionally names of the message's recipients September 11 Email: From The email address, and optionally the name of the author. September 11 Email: CC The email addresses of those who received the message addressed primarily to another. September 11 Email: Subject A brief summary of the topic of the message. Subject: Fwd: It's about oil - from yesterdays San Francisco Chronicle Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource email103.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Emails Description An account of the resource This collection contains emails which were sent or received on or around September 11, 2001. As of this writing individuals have submitted more than 1,500 correspondences. September 11 Email September 11 Email: Body The basic content, as unstructured text; sometimes containing a signature block at the end. Tim was not in a meeting at the Pentagon when the plane hit. We are OK and our house is far enough away that it is OK. Please pray for all the people there and at the Twin Towers. September 11 Email: Date The local time and date when the message was written. Tuesday, September 11, 2001 11:07 AM September 11 Email: To The email addresses, and optionally names of the message's recipients September 11 Email: From The email address, and optionally the name of the author. September 11 Email: CC The email addresses of those who received the message addressed primarily to another. September 11 Email: Subject A brief summary of the topic of the message. Tim Is OK Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource email1030.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Emails Description An account of the resource This collection contains emails which were sent or received on or around September 11, 2001. As of this writing individuals have submitted more than 1,500 correspondences. September 11 Email September 11 Email: Body The basic content, as unstructured text; sometimes containing a signature block at the end. 9/13/01 11:51:59 AM From: "Alice Wax" <catwax@home.com> Add to People Section To: cath48@pobox.com Send Again CC: Subject: National Military Appreciation Month May 2002 MIME Ver: Attachments: Catherine, Are you okay? The unspeakable has happened just as predicted. It is like a movie with Bruce Willis. We are watching the TV continuously, seeing NYC in it's worst and finest hour. Such an outpouring of generousity and caring in the face of such vicious destruction. Natanyahu has been very articulate in expressing his opinnion about what we must do and prepare for. I think he knows more. I hope the US listens to him. This is not going away. See you in Washington I hope at the Bd. mtg. Love, ALice National Military Appreciation Month May 2002 Next September 11 Email: Date The local time and date when the message was written. 9/13/01 11:51:59 AM September 11 Email: To The email addresses, and optionally names of the message's recipients September 11 Email: From The email address, and optionally the name of the author. September 11 Email: CC The email addresses of those who received the message addressed primarily to another. September 11 Email: Subject A brief summary of the topic of the message. National Military Appreciation Month Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource email1033.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Emails Description An account of the resource This collection contains emails which were sent or received on or around September 11, 2001. As of this writing individuals have submitted more than 1,500 correspondences. September 11 Email September 11 Email: Body The basic content, as unstructured text; sometimes containing a signature block at the end. September 11, 2001 8:09 p.m. >To all concerned friends and family members: Yes, I'm OK I can't even begin to describe what I saw and experienced today, it is beyond words. I was sleeping on the seventh floor of my apartment, just two blocks from the WTC when the first plane struck. I jumped out of bed to see what was going on. I thought it was a building fire at first, there was alot of smoke in the sky and tons of office paper was falling from the sky. Rather than watch safely from my window, I grabbed my camera and headed to the street to take some photos of what I thought might have been building fire. The scene on Greenwich St. outside my door was quickly beginning to resemble chaos. There was debris raining down on to the street and as I turned the corner onto Liberty St., I could not believe my eyes. There was a gaping hole in the side of one of the towers. I was clicking away and ran down a ramp of a parking garage on Church St., directly across from the WTC to get a safe vantage point. A few others had gathered to seek shelter and scores of people were running out of the WTC in all directions. Dozens and dozens of people were jumping out of the upper floors of the tower. It was horrific sight sight to see, and I was beginning to realize how serious this was. It's hard to describe what I was feeling, it was like watching the end of the world, but it was nowhere near over. I was focusing my lense up on the towers when I heard a godawful thunderous sound that was approaching rapidly closer. It was the second jet, and it sounded as if the sky was being torn open. It struck the second tower with such unbelievable speed and force, ripping right through the building and exploding through the other side. A huge ball of flames and black smoke rolled up the side of the second tower and tons of debris flew outward towards the street. Hundreds of horrified people began running down the parking garage ramp towards me to try and get away from the debris. Only one problem: The metal garage door was down. They began pounding on the door frantically yelling for the door to be opened. It was becoming obvious to me that I needed to get out of there, fast. I will never forget the look of sheer terror on these peoples faces. I wasn't about to stay there at the parking garage and face even more danger. I decided to make a run for it to my apartment, a block and a half away. I never knew what it felt like to "run for your life," now i do. I ran south on Church St. with everything I had and managed to escape the falling debris by running between buildings. Again, the sounds; it seemed like the end of the world. Sirens, car alarms, screams, and pieces of the building crashing into the ground with such force that the ground shook. Flaming debris was falling far off to my left and right. Small pieces of puverized concrete made it seem like a hailstorm. Police were in the street screaming at people to "get inside." I was in total shock, my mouth was completely dry, and I've never known such fear in all of my life. My heart was pounding through my chest and I was frantically thinking of what to do next. I ran into my apartment builing to get my three friends out. At this point I thought we were under a missle attack, and that there were more on the way. So we all grabbed a few things, and made for the street. Two of the girls, my friends Barbara and Natasha had small dogs with them. We had to leave my friend chani's cat behind, because it had hidden. We started walking south on Greenwich and had planned to go to a friend's apartment in Tribeca. I decided to stop in the deli and get a few bottles of water for me and the girls, just in case. Chani followed me into the store, Barbara and Natasha stayed outside with their dogs. As I paid for the waters, we heard another loud, terrible roaring sound. There was a bar at the back of the deli, and Chani and I made our way back into the bar were about thirty other frightened people had come to get off of the street. The ground shook and the roaring sound seemed to get louder and louder. I really thought we were in serious trouble. Next, the shockwave from the collapsing tower came down the street in the form of ash, smoke and debris, leaving the street completely dark with ash. More in Part II Pete Part II Once in the bar, people became increasingly hysterical as we endured the collapse of both towers just two and a half blocks away. The ground shook as though it were an earthquake, and the immense roar of the buildings crashing to the ground is a sound I will never forget. All those people, the loss of life that occured at that moment is incomprehensible. We were asked to evacuate the building by several ash covered firemen, who gave us dust masks and instructed us to head towards the Brooklyn Bridge. The ground and everything outside was covered in two to three inches of ash. The sky all around was as black as coal in stark contrast to the light colored ash that almost looked like freshly fallen snow. There was an eerie silence except for the faint sound of sirens in the distance. As Chani and I passed Trinity Church, an old gothic looking church, the bells began tolling. It was an eerie, ominous feeling. We marched on, passed the Stock Exchanged and eventually made our out of the smoke and ash,to safety. Our friends, Barbara and Natasha, for whom we had feared the worst, turned out to be okay. Apparently, they were taken to a hospital in Newark and were doing fine, which was great to hear. I was lucky enough to catch an Amtrak train out of Penn Station and was crossing my fingers until we got to the Jersey side. As I looked back towards Manhattan, there was a plume of smoke that stretched upward and outwards for miles from were the WTC once stood. I'm thankful to be alive. - Pete September 11 Email: Date The local time and date when the message was written. September 11, 2001 8:09 p.m. September 11 Email: To The email addresses, and optionally names of the message's recipients September 11 Email: From The email address, and optionally the name of the author. September 11 Email: CC The email addresses of those who received the message addressed primarily to another. September 11 Email: Subject A brief summary of the topic of the message. I'm Okay Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource email1045.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Emails Description An account of the resource This collection contains emails which were sent or received on or around September 11, 2001. As of this writing individuals have submitted more than 1,500 correspondences. September 11 Email September 11 Email: Body The basic content, as unstructured text; sometimes containing a signature block at the end. "How are you??? We heard about the bad things [which] happened in America. I hope that everything is OK in Toledo and that all of you are [all right]. It is so horrible and unimaginable what those terrorists have done. Please give me a short answer that you are OK. Thomas 9-12-01" "Hello Sue, Nice to hear from you! Everybody here in Europe knows what happened in America. At that time it happened, it was aoubt four or five o'clock in the afternoon here. I was in the office. I felt the excitement of my co-workers. Then I thought there must be something very extraordinary going on in the world I had a look in the internet and I saw the bad news! All the people in the office listened to a radio and followed what happened. I didn't want to believe what happened. So it is still the topic of every hour news in TV and radio. We also pray for the victims at home or at special mass they organize. And all the people here hope that the war will not be too bad. It is the topic of a lot of discussions. It is not a problemm of the USA - it is more a problem of the civilization. Thomas 9-26-01" September 11 Email: Date The local time and date when the message was written. September 12, 2001 and Sept. 26, 2001 September 11 Email: To The email addresses, and optionally names of the message's recipients Susan September 11 Email: From The email address, and optionally the name of the author. Thomas September 11 Email: CC The email addresses of those who received the message addressed primarily to another. September 11 Email: Subject A brief summary of the topic of the message. HOW ARE YOU? Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource email1046.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. Status The process status of this item. approved Consent Whether September 11 Digital Archive has permission to possess this item. full Posting Whether the contributor gave permission to post this item. yes Copyright Whether the contributor holds copyright to this item. yes Source The source of this item. born-digital Media Type The media type of this item. email Created by Author Whether the author created this item. unknown Described by Author Whether the description of this item was submitted by the author. yes Date Entered The date this item was entered into the archive. 2003-02-16 IP Address The IP address of the device used to submit the item. 207.43.108.76 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Emails Description An account of the resource This collection contains emails which were sent or received on or around September 11, 2001. As of this writing individuals have submitted more than 1,500 correspondences. September 11 Email September 11 Email: Body The basic content, as unstructured text; sometimes containing a signature block at the end. I was quite moved by Frank Kehl's letter. This is indeed an enormous tragedy. I live in the New York University Housing on 100 Bleecker Street on the 27th Floor looking south. I am a professor of linguistics. I have an unobstructed view from New Jersey to Brooklyn, and watch planes land at Newark and Kennedy. If the pilot had missed the world trade center, he would have been in my living room. I heard the boom, and it knocked over a lamp near my window. Shrapnel hit my window. I thought a plane had broken the sonic barrier and knocked the antenna off the roof. I looked over and saw the hole in the WTC and saw the flames. While we watched the burning building (some friends, students, faculty, etc. came by) the second plane hit. We did not see the plane and thought it was an explosion. The fire spread lower and lower through the WTC building, probably as the jet fuel ran out. Flames came out of every window in both buildings on all sides. The planes hit one building about 1/3 way from the top, the other about 1/4 way from the top. Descent for those above in the WTC was impossible since all floors near the impact were aflame. People went to the roof and, after 20 minutes or so of increasing heat, jumped off - frequently in pairs holding hands. I saw no jumping triples. My Thayer School engineering training came back, and I realized that with that intensity of heat in a building in which the steel girders were insulated with asbestos, it had to collapse within one hour. I called the fire department, police, etc. and told them the building was guaranteed to collapse. I was told that 911 was only for emergencies, and I should call somewhere else. After about 40 minutes, as I saw (I have telescopes, binoculars, etc.) the top segment of the building listing about 3 degrees, I left my apartment and went out to walk in the street. Buildings collapse if they list more than 3 degrees. As I walked down Bleecker Street, people gasped as the building collapsed. Like Lord Jim, my imagination surpasses any reality. I should have stayed and watched. I did for the second tower. It was easier on me. I bought some milk, water, beans, etc. and went back to the apartment. We watched the second building, and I noticed it was more than 3 degrees, but as the telescope revealed, that was because the beams were buckling on both sides. A building like the WTC does not 'break off in the middle' and fall like a tree. Rather, each floor can support a certain amount of weight, and the floors above are supported by the steel girders. If a top floor collapses onto a lower floor, it must collapse onto the floor below, etc., etc., etc. And the building implodes. All of the people that were in the WTC building are squished into a sort of accordion structure between floors constructed of reinforced concrete. The steel beams flexed like rubber to allow the building to collapse, but they are certain to become rigid when cooled, thereby locking any trapped victims between the immediately adjacent floors As each building imploded, an immense amount of burning kerosene, Molten aluminum, white hot steel, cement heated into dust, and sundry smoldering flammables spread out in an inverted mushroom cloud - inverted in that it spread along the earth, and unlike an atom bomb did not spread out above. As each building imploded, this burning cloud of asbestos laden dust spread out from river to river and as high as the original erect World Trade Centers. I imagine that most of the deaths of the rescue workers came from being enveloped in this thousand degree dust cloud. On one ambulance caught up in the cloud, all of the paint was burned off of one side, according to one radio report. I have never in my English speaking life owned a television set. The goal of the media is to make the world palatable, not comprehensible. I only own a TV in France or Germany, mainly to learn the language. I even watch French and German soap operas to learn basic 'hello, good-bye' type stuff, and of course, the curse words and their tidy use in proper social situations. English speaking TV is abominable. The only thing worth watching are the commercials, and even those are not very good. The news is intolerable. My friends who have watched the WTC collapse on TV do not grasp the Hiroshima-like horror. I heeded the call for blood, and began to walk towards the hospital, about a distance from Tuck/Thayer school to the Dartmouth Gym. Freshly showered and in a crisp new white pressed button-down shirt, I arrive at 6th avenue and Houston Street, where I see hundreds of men and women of all ages walking towards the hospital. Badly burned, clothes torn and shredded, bleeding, some with (I am not a doctor) apparently broken or dislocated limbs, they are dragging themselves towards the hospital. One 17-19 year old boy I tried to help did not seem to even know that I was trying to help him, or perhaps even, that I was there. He was waving his arms trying to keep people away. From his jargon, I think he had been trampled in a stairway. Crisply and cleanly shirted and powered by newly shined shoes I walked faster than most towards the hospital. Different than I expected. They had the 'sick' people on the sidewalk, and the 'sicker' people were steered off towards something else outside, maybe a truck. Only the 'sickest' people got in. Some advice: If you are ever in such a situation, no matter what your ailment is (broken ribs, crushed whatever)be certain to cut your forehead (with a found shard perhaps) and bleed all over your head and shirt. This will guarantee you get inside the hospital. There were about 500 people ahead of me donating blood, and they parsed the line. They seemed to want O type, which isn't me. So I will go back tomorrow. Many of the severely injured people at the hospital seemed to be NYC officials (fire, police, etc.) that were trapped in the collapse of the World Trade Center. The blazing hot inverted mushroom cloud burned off their clothes and damaged their lungs and eyes. Back home, I looked towards Brooklyn and saw thousands and thousands of people on each of the major bridges (Brooklyn, Manhattan, and Williamsburg) walking out of Manhattan. It was like a hundred marathons, except that everyone was walking slowly. No one seemed to be carrying anything (remember I have an astronomical telescope that can see Jupiter's moons and canyons on our moon). They left Manhattan empty handed, at most, helping some friend to leave. In my life I have never seen anything as moving as this immense exodus of bobbing human heads (they were shoulder to shoulder, back to belly) slowly groping their way across the bridges. It appeared that no one had a laptop. I was feeding my daughter supper when the third building collapsed (only 50 stories or so). It seems to be (or was) a telephone central, since when it went down my building fire alarm went off, my lights flickered, and my internet connection died. After supper, I walked around and saw no more burned, bleeding, Crippled people dragging themselves towards the overloaded St. Vincent's Hospital. Only young couples out on hot dates, each on a cell phone talking to someone they presumably would rather be out with. So. What moved me to write this letter. Well, my intention was tomorrow to jump in my car with my daughters and go to our farm in New Jersey to avoid the mind boggling amount of asbestos that must be floating in the air. (At one time in the 70's - having studied with Noam Chomsky - I was a protestor of sorts, and vigorously protested the spraying of asbestos as fireproofing on steel girder buildings. The WTC were asbestos insulated.) If you live in NYC, particularly Brooklyn where all the smoke went, buy a mask. Avoid the 'gray dust'. But now I might not be able to leave. On Houston Street, 27 floors below my window, I see enormous numbers of trucks (300?) lined up blocking my driveway. They are from out of state (Conn., NJ, etc.), the National Guard, and various carting companies owned by people whose names end in a vowel. Many of the trucks are empty. Some are huge - like they could carry a tank - but empty. A small number of beat up old trucks are full of lumber, or I thought they were. I went down to ask when the street would be open so I could get my hot 1989 Volvo Station Wagon out of the driveway to speed my family towards the supernatural ecstasy of rural New Jersey. Anytime, it turns out. All streets are blocked below 14th street, but residents can get a pass to escape. I asked what they were going to build with the lumber I saw neatly stacked in the beat up old trucks. After a bit of a confused discussions (I contributing all the confusion since I saw the trucks from my professorial ivory tower), it turned out that the trucks do not have lumber, they have small, narrow pine coffins into which one apparently places the body bags. Well, the joke was on me. People who know where I live have been calling me all night. My feeling is that the TV has made the situation politically palatable so it can fall into the mainstream database and be manipulated into endlessly repeated segments of Hollywood titbits - 15 second plane crashes, 13 second building collapses, etc. My guess is that the same TV newscasters that present this unspeakable situation will be back in another year telling us that there is a plan to evacuate New York City in eight hours if the Hudson River Nuclear Power Plant blows up. Or that a nuclear war isn't really that bad if you prepare for it beforehand and remember to stick your head between your legs at the moment of nuclear detonation. For me, there were many moving experiences. I was impressed that the blood donation center had more donators than it could handle. The line contained people of all walks of life, all ages, races, religions, genders, and social classes. There were even tourists in the line. I will never forget the tens of thousands of bobbing heads stumbling across the East River bridges. Or, the dazzled tattered bleeding blackened crowd walking north from the scene up Broadway, Green, Mercer, 6th Avenue... - that was moving. But above and beyond everything, the one thing I will never forget to my dying day, is the view of the people on the roof and higher floors of the World Trade Center lined up in the windows and on railings. You cannot see their expressions, but it is amazing what a 40-power telescope reveals. They often huddled, probably talked about their chances, and sometimes went back into the building, or maybe, just laid on the floor. But then, some went to the edge, and jumped. Some jumped in pairs, holding hands. I doubt if they were married or lovers. I think it was just two people, alone, desperate, black, white, oriental, who cares - the telescope looking through the heat waves and smoke didn't allow me to distinguish age and race. They would just pair up and jump. I have thought all day about this. If I were on the roof, and I saw flames on all sides of the building, I would almost certainly jump rather than fry. And if I saw another trembling human alongside of me, I would be much happier holding their hand, and jumping as a pair. Somehow to jump as half of a pair, even if the other half is an ad hoc recent acquaintance, seems to me an infinitely more human way to pass on to the next step, than to take the next step alone. I would wait to the next life to explain to my wife why I held the hand of a strange woman, or to Senator Helms, if my other half were a man. September 11 Email: Date The local time and date when the message was written. Tuesday, September 11, 2001, 11:37 pm September 11 Email: To The email addresses, and optionally names of the message's recipients Dartmouth, class of 1962 listserve September 11 Email: From The email address, and optionally the name of the author. Ray C. 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Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Emails Description An account of the resource This collection contains emails which were sent or received on or around September 11, 2001. As of this writing individuals have submitted more than 1,500 correspondences. September 11 Email September 11 Email: Body The basic content, as unstructured text; sometimes containing a signature block at the end. A Keyhole View of the WTC September 17, 2001 Subject: FW: [talkling] A keyhole view Immediately upon seeing an orange ball of flame emerging from the WTC, I called my wife, who commutes from NYC to work in Princeton, and left messages on her two phones saying that I was ok and the kids had left for school, hence were in the Bronx and Harlem, quite far from here. A correction to my first letter. My daughter was not eating supper with me when the third building collapsed. Phone service became erratic (overload, etc.) within minutes of the crash. As things progressed subways and busses stopped. Driving was out of the question. The fact that my 16 year old daughter was at the Bronx High School of Science was a comfort. My 11 year old daughter was safely tucked into a classroom at the Center School on 72nd street, a Harlem district school where half of the children qualify for the free milk program, and in my opinion one of the best schools in the country. My wife in Princeton, was far from trouble. The only one to worry about was me, and never having had any serious injury or aliment, I still possess that teenage feeling of invincibility. I examined the hole in the WTC through binoculars, and then set up the telescope to view the wound more closely. The hole on the north side of the WTC (the plane hit the south sides) looked like it was pulled in, not pushed out. Two college professors and I examined the hole with binoculars and we all thought that the plane had hit from the north side since the siding was pushed in. As Bertrand Russell said, when the experts are agreed, the opposite opinion cannot be held to be certain. The aluminum siding seemed to be melting and falling apart. My 11 year old called me frantically crying. She had left the school for lunch and had wandered by herself from 70th Street to 59th Street, and was horrified by the missing-tooth-look presented by the one remaining World Trade Center tower, the smoke, and the dazed people. She said some woman was with her. I talked to the woman (She might have been a high school student.) and asked her to return my daughter to the school. My daughter did not want to go back, she wanted to walk home (Impossible) or me to go get her. Lying through my teeth, I told her that I would immediately drive up and pick her up from school. She brightened and the woman said Tracy wanted to hurry back to the school. I told the woman to tell the teachers - but not Tracy that my wife's cousin (our emergency contact person, lives about 74th Street) would pick her up. I did not hear from her again until quite a bit later. If I left to get her, I would not know where to go. Not inconceivably - she is extraordinarily determined and persuasive - she might convince someone to bring her home. My phones received calls, but could not make outgoing calls. There was no dialtone. Some of the incoming calls were from machines offering me home delivery of the NY Times to keep me abreast of the news. I was hoping for news of my 11 year old. As the first WTC tower was collapsing, I was in the store buying apples, eggs, etc. to make Tracy's favorite food: a sort of an upside down fried apple omelette, heavily laced with ginger, nutmeg, mace, and cinnamon, that is baked in the oven. My daughters and I recently bought six different cinnamons, and we have been experimenting with the spices. At the normal supper time, I set a place for Tracy and cooked the dinner. I ate a little bit of it by myself, but was ready to surprise her with it as soon as she walked in. My daughters and I are bakers. We make bread, pizza, cakes, pies, turnovers. We have studied The Cake Bible till the pages are worn, and we have produced elaborate icings using sundries from the fantastic store on about 21st and 6th that sells only cake decoration supplies. Our latest project, stymied by the WTC disaster, was to make marzipan bottle caps, cleverly painted with food coloring to look like Snapple and Heinekens tops. At my birthday party, we were going to pass out 'real' bottles to guests and keep the marzipan phonies for ourselves. While the boys twisted the Snapple tops, the girls would simply pop them off with their teeth and chew them up. I would do the same with a Heinekens in the presences of Princeton alumni. Many of my thoughts of my children focus on making shortcakes, teddy bear shaped breads, and the apple omelet. My comfort food is not apples and spice, but a blue cheese (very ripe) omelet, like the one at the Café Luxembourg. A friend of mine who just had his second triple bypass operation told me twenty-five years ago that cholesterol does not stay in your body if you drink two or more bottles of burgundy during the consumption. Bordeaux is almost as good, but white wine has no effect, except for Fois Gras, which is only flushed from your system by a good Sauterne. My doctor disagreed with this, but he drinks concord grape wine from New York in bottles with screw off caps, so he clearly has no idea what he is talking about. I have often read that red wine is good for your heart. Having covered the horror and tragedy in the first letter, let us turn to the surreal. The WTC listing at 3 degrees, I decided to go to the Pizza Box on Bleecker Street and get a chocolate Italian ice, something I often do with kids in the building, but have never done on my own. I do not like ice cream only baked goods. A line was building up in the supermarket, so I postponed the Pizza Box, and headed in. I got apples, milk, eggs, and black beans (I make soups also). The store had a grotesquely shaped ball of Societe blue cheese, and I plopped it into my basket. At the checkout counter, debit cards did not work, but credit cards did slowly. Cash talked. Armed with my emergency twenty that we keep in case we have to go by taxi to the hospital, I was ready. Six people ahead of me. Four lines about the same. People pouring into the store. Maybe twenty people in the isle I could look down. Most people had bottled water. I settled into the wait, preparing to jump to another line, and forgot the 3, by now maybe 4, degree tilt. Screams in Spanish from the loading platform outside, then in English from everywhere, then in some African language as the delivery men passed the information. The store emptied in seconds. Everyone left: cashiers, customers, management, the meat and produce folks, and the delivery crew. I was left totally alone, as near as I could see. Lots of human anguish and grief being expressed outside. What to do? I decided that to walk out with the food was stealing. The only thing I really needed was the blue cheese since I could get everything else at a Deli. I left everything. I walked to the door, easily overtaking an elderly woman galloping along with her walker. I had not noticed her. I think she had hunkered down by the coffee machine to avoid the human stampede. She asked, 'What happened?' and I told my second lie for the day, 'I don't know'. A big dust cloud had replaced the WTC. From my ground perspective, I did not know how the cloud had spread out. I only saw that later, when I watched the second tower collapse. Most people were not hysterical or even loud. Most looked stunned and aghast. One extremely overweight woman was shaking and crying hysterically. Apparently her sister was inside one of the towers. I decided not to get the chocolate ice and picked up the apples, etc. at the Korean Deli. I bought a carrot juice and drank it immediately. I returned home, checked the answering machine, but there were no messages, made a pot of chamomile tea and pulled up the chair to watch the second tower collapse. It was here that I made my most systematic observations of the trapped people. My observations were surreal because I have an astronomical telescope and everything is upside down. The people and buildings were upside down. The flames and smoke went down. When widows and aluminum siding melted and fell, the blobs and chunks fell up. When people jumped, they left my field of view by moving upwards in their upside down positions. At all times my feeling was that I was watching a movie running backwards, a cassette rewinding. I wanted to reach for the fast-forward to put the people back on the floor. If I kept both eyes open, one with the inverted 40 power view and the other normal, it sometimes looked like the debris and people were moving upside down up into the sky. Oddly, the fire in this situation always looked like it was going up. I felt that I was not actually here. After I ate my daughter's supper alone by myself, phone calls started to come in and my internet connection restarted. Tracy was secure at a cousin's house and was being hammered by endless loops of violent images on TV. I wrote the first letter in the half hour before I went to bed and sent it off. I did not edit the letter since I have two troubles reading it. One is that the letter is like a concentrated bullion cube of the horror of the human dimension and it turns back into the bubbling reality of the moment if I look at the sentences even to try to correct the spelling. Second, I had a severe fall about two years ago and damaged both of my retinae. After a year of rehabilitation, etc., a blood vessel broke in one eye. As the peepers have healed, I see excellently at long distances, but do not see well up close without very bright lights. Yesterday morning I stepped on Tracy's Magician's Set alongside of her bed because I did not see it. The next day my wife came back from Princeton. Trains were running normally outside of the scene of the tragedy. Tess, the 16 year old, called and I told her to pick up Tracy from the cousin's house on her way home. When Claudia, my wife, arrived, she soon left to go to the cousin's house to get the two girls. I cannot place calls out, but can get them. The daughters called and I told them to wait for their mother. The wind shifted. All smoke blew East or West. Now it started North, and that is where I am. I recognized the smell immediately and packed the car with Gatorade, crackers, and so on. When the family arrived, we packed for five minutes and headed up 6th Avenue in the Volvo Wagon. I expected a 10 hour traffic jam to get over the GW bridge. The smell abated by 23rd street and we opened the car windows. The radio had talked of enormous traffic jams, but we saw no traffic going north. We were over the GW bridge in record time and when we got to Passaic we called people in NY to tell them traffic was a breeze. Going out that is. The West Side Highway was bumper to bumper moving 5 miles per hour North to South. There were convoys of enormous heavy earth moving equipment, much bigger than one normally sees. Gigantic Tri Axel dumps, much bigger than I have seen on normal roads. This was the stuff they probably use when they are building the roads that normal trucks move on. Traffic was packed Southbound from 59th to the bridge. On the other side of the GW Bridge, there was no traffic going out. There was a 10-mile traffic jam going into the city. When we reached our farm (Near the Delaware Water Gap), the New Jersey surreal ecstasy was there in full bloom. The kids wanted pizza, but Claudia and I bought a salmon and barbecued it. Salmon, spuds, and salad. Friends told us via email that breathing was hard in some areas of NYC and that they stayed indoors. The sixteen year old wanted to take a bus back to the city and then travel to West Point to meet a boyfriend that is a student there. She has absolutely no concept of the enormity of the thing and sees it as a lower Manhattan technical problem. She is totally unconcerned with the word's financial markets. She probably does understand the level of human tragedy, but has not yet reacted. Tracy, without being asked or invited, moved her mattress into our bedroom. She does not fully grasp the situation, but she wanted to be with us. When I got up to make a tea in the morning, she took my place in bed. The next day(s) it had some heavy rain. Maybe I will write about the children in NJ later. To me the human dimension, especially the effect on children, is the crucial one. We came back to NYC on Saturday at about 4:30. We were over the GW Bridge and made it to 59th street very quickly. At 59th street, the highway descends from its elevated ramp onto ground level. From 23 or so to 59th is the area of docks and piers for Bahama cruise ships and ocean liners to wherever. The traffic was dense here because the boat piers are being used as a temporary morgue. They bring bodies and body pieces here to sort them out and identify them. The radio requests people with missing relatives to bring any DNA samples available (toothbrush, hairbrush, fingernail clippings, and especially, dirty underwear) of your loved one(s) to the laboratory to be decoded. Then, they will try to match your samples with the remains being delivered to the morgue. Apparently, however, the heat was so intense that in many cases the DNA, such as tooth pulp, disintegrated and does not exist. So you are also asked to try to bring dental records and so on along with the hairbrushes, dirty clothing, and toothbrushes. They also try to unite dissociated body parts back into a single human being's remains. North/South traffic is held up while convoys of perhaps 5-10 medical looking trucks deliver items to the temporary morgues. We passed this section and made it to 23rd street in about 45 minutes. A religious group often mentioned in the newspapers was having a sit in vigil for people persecuted in their homeland. We turned East onto 23rd Street. Both sides of the Street from the West Side highway towards the center of Manhattan (This is a complicated patch of streets.) were lined with tents, beds, cots, chairs, and piles and piles of bottled water and supplies in green duffle bags. People were smiling and laughing here and there, but no one was happy. Signs said: No more donations please. We got home and cleaned up. Claudia and I were invited to a birthday party in Brooklyn in an incredible apartment that is right on the water under the Williamsburg Bridge. I did not want to get caught in traffic and wondered whether to go. Through the binoculars, I saw there were lots of incoming traffic but no outgoing traffic on the Williamsburg. The Brooklyn Bridge and the Manhattan Bridge were packed both directions. I do my own helicopter bridge traffic reports out the window. In less than a party mood, we went. Everything was excellent, but the WTC towers, normally directly out their window, were gone. The host had actually that very afternoon gone into Manhattan and walked up to within one block of the fallen towers. He regretted not having brought goggles and a mask. His eyes burned and felt his eyelids sandpapered his eyeballs when he blinked I thought something still stuck up in the air a few floors. He said no. It is totally flat except the facade still stands. He did not seem happy that he went and said it was devastating to look at. In Berlin in 1964 I took the bus tour of the city two times. Once took it with the tourists, and they described the city in English and French. They stopped at the bombed out church that is a memorial. The guide, bored, recited to us the memorized text trying to interest us. People were babbling and chattering in many languages. Planning lunch, the next trip, and so on. I took the bus tour with all Germans and with a German guide. When we got to the blown up church, people were totally awake. The German guide parroted his descriptions. One person asked, what did this look like after the bombings at the surrender. Were all the other buildings bulldozed down and they left the church? No one was talking. The guide said 'Alles war mit dem Boden gleichgemacht,' everything was flat with the earth. That bus had the stillest silence I had every heard. To look about and see the existing buildings and imagine this was all flat vacant lots filled with scattered debris was difficult. We left that scene and got on to more normal things and life returned to the bus. The WTC space, according to my friend, looks like vacant lots full of debris. The WTC towers seem to have collapsed and fallen into their basements and subbasements. You would not know there had ever been any big structures there. I did not mention to my wife and family the things I described in the first letter. Claudia was so upset about everything and wanted the family to have dinners together and all be home. My family was unaware of my observations. Someone on the radio was talking about the possibility of a gigantic stock market fall. I told my wife that we were positioned in the market to make a fortune. She almost barfed and told me not to joke. On Sunday afternoon Claudia received my letter. Two friends came to visit us in NJ that have read the letter. We did not even mention the letter or its contents. At the party Saturday night, my wife told me that she would have held someone's hand. It would have made it easier. I did not mention it in the first letter, but it seems to me relevant to something. When a person jumped alone, s/he went to the edge, stopped, looked over, and jumped like you would go into a pool. Those that went in pairs simply came out of a smoky nowhere inside of the building and walked over the edge with no pause, hesitation, or last second spring. September 11 Email: Date The local time and date when the message was written. Monday, September 17, 2001 12:56 PM September 11 Email: To The email addresses, and optionally names of the message's recipients Dartmouth alumni September 11 Email: From The email address, and optionally the name of the author. Ray C. Dougherty September 11 Email: CC The email addresses of those who received the message addressed primarily to another. September 11 Email: Subject A brief summary of the topic of the message. [talkling] A keyhole view Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource email1058.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. 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