Happy Birthday to me, happy birthday to me..... Uh-huh, yeah.
The Muslim whackos have pretty much ruined the party for the rest of my life.
Five years ago today, about this time of day, I had just shooed everyone out of my office and sat down to finish my birthday cake and coffee, much as I'm doing right now.
Then I heard on the radio that a plane hit the WTC in New York.
I thought, "Wow. I wonder how that happened?"
A short while later they said a second plane hit the other tower. I said to my secretary, "That was no accident."
Spent the rest of the day listening to the radio and getting the office TV (that we only use for training videos) to work with the rabbit ears. Within an hour or two I guessed it was Muslim terrorists. Like that turned out to be a surprise.
Flight 93 would have flown right over me here. Two people from my class at a small western PA high school narrowly escaped. One was in NYC running the other way when the towers fell, another was in the Pentagon when it got hit.
9/11/01 was a Tuesday. Tuesdays at 3:30 is my golf league. I figured that if I let them change the way I do things then the bad guys win, so I opted to go play golf. One other guy showed up who felt the same way I did.
The county airport is near the golf course, with all the planes grounded it was very quiet.
We played 9, occasionally sticking our middle fingers toward the sky.
I never gave Muslim folks much thought before, now I don't like them very much. America knows who the enemy is even if the government can't or won't admit it. Political correctness will be the death of us.