New York's Verranzano Narrows Bridge

On September 8, 2001 my wife and I were at our 30th high school reunion in Bellport, Long Island.  The turn out was great and everyone had a good time. I remember thinking how lucky we were to be a nation in no major conflicts as we had been 30 years before when we graduated in ’71, and that wasn’t it wonderful that my 15-year-old son would not have to face the prospect of going to war.

Leslie and I decided to leave a day early to get back to our home in Virginia and on September 10th started our drive home. As we crossed the Verranzano Narrows bridge, lower Manhattan gleamed like Oz in the picture perfect morning sun; thoughts of how, as a child, we once made this passage only by ferry pleasantly crossed my mind. Traveling south on Highway 95 we crossed through New Jersey, Delaware, and Maryland, crawling through Northern Virginia just miles from where the second attack on our nation would take place.

Tuesday morning I reluctantly prepared to go back to work after having had a great 10 days off. I was totally refreshed and thankful for the opportunity we’d had to re-acquaint ourselves with old friends and our hometown. At 8:45, I turned off CNN and headed into work, arriving at 9:15. My boss Larry met me at the door and suddenly, sadly, tragically, we weren’t in Kansas anymore.

Everyone here at TV Ears remembers 9/11 with melancholy sadness. The above story, written by Tony Emma, our Vice President of Sales and Marketing is particularly touching to us because although most of us were in California, Tony had recently visited New York to remember fondly his days growing up on Long Island.

Please take a moment, if you feel inclined, to share your story. We will never forget the people who died that day and are truly grateful to the many people hard at work to preserve their memory.