Yeah, I've got something to say:
That very day, when I walked in to the Transit Base and saw on the TV in the bullpen my country and symbols being forever changed, I felt uneasy as hell.
It was real.
It is real.
When I went to drive my assignment, which on this particular run, was to take kids to the same school that Bill Gates attended, I was thinking that these kids had no idea how much different the world had become that morning.
Then, as I was driving to the terminal at the beginning of the route, we got a call on the radio from the Coordinator that the Pentagon had been hit. Holy shitballs.
I was driving down the road in a bus, looking out across the lake at the water and the mountains, on my way to pick up children and take them to school. Here was a normally serene early morning scene, shattered by the reality that America was indeed being attacked by people and for reasons unknown.
I couldn't believe I had the Freedom to go about my business and at the same time feel like I should turn around and go home to lock and load.
This day of September 11, 2001 would be the strangest of my life so far.
When I heard about the plane going down in PA, I was thinking about taking a couple of days off.
Now, three months later, I'm driving in Downtown and see a small 4-door car backed up to a support column for the off-ramp from the freeway. It is unoccupied with the hazard lights blinking and the trunk is directly up against the column...
There were no people in or around the car.
Suffice it to say, I reported it immediately due to the suspicious nature of the scene.
Next trip, it was gone.
What was going on there? Who knows.
Our lives are different now.
Stay alert and be vigilant.
Kickin' ass and takin' names won't hurt, either.