As if it was yesterday

You know what I’m talking about. 9/11. Twenty years ago today. Hard to believe it’s been that long. But I remember exactly where I was. Every detail. As clearly as if it was yesterday.

I was at the Toronto International Film Festival (TIFF). I was seeing five films that day (I saw five to six films every day for 10 straight days). And on this particular day, Tuesday, September 11, I was just coming out of my first of the day, which had started at around 8:30.

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I miss the good old days …

No question there’s a lot about the 21st century to be excited about, but there’s a lot I miss about days gone by.

Last Thursday I went to see the Christian Dior exhibit at the Royal Ontario Museum here, in Toronto. Every garment, whether for daytime or evening, was shown with gloves — short, mostly black ones with suits and dresses and white, cream and occasionally black, long, above-the-elbow ones for formal wear.

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Day 37. I Remember

Last evening when I finished volunteering at the hospital, I took a taxi home.  I don’t live that far away and usually take the subway, but I was tired and thought, “What the heck, I don’t feel like dealing with crowds tonight.”  No sooner was I in the car, then the driver started talking about 9/11, telling me where he’d been when he heard the news.  As it happens, he was at the license bureau, renewing his license; and then he said, “I’ll never forget where I was.”

And neither will I.

The Toronto International Film Festival (TIFF) is always right after Labour Day.  I’m a real film fanatic and have been going for years (not this year, though).  And I’m one of the crazies — in 10 days, I’d see 50 films.  You do the math.  Anyway, I was in a movie.  It started at 8:30 a.m. and, because it was a ‘small’ movie made by a totally unknown director, it was showing in a small theatre, at the ROM (Royal Ontario Museum).  I had four more movies to see that day; and a friend of mine was meeting me for the next one.

When the film was over I went outside and checked my voice mail.  Now that I think back, it is very strange that no one was talking about what had happened, when Continue reading