I don't remember when JFK was assassinated.
I have a dim memory of watching a blurry TV when we took our first step on the moon.
But on 9/11 I can tell you precisely where I was, what I was doing, and what I thought and felt.
So can you.
You and I are members of the 9/11 Generation. Your children and children's children will think of you that way.
It's an uncomfortable label, full of undeniable truths that we've spent the last 7 years trying to escape.
Each of us has a personal story, memories and feelings that we've pushed into a corner. The drumbeat to 'move on' is natural, perhaps essential. But I'd gently suggest that you make sure that your story isn't lost or forgotten, as both historians and your grandchildren will hunger for it one day.
In that spirit, here's my story.
I'm a filmmaker. I listen, record, and organize memories into tapestries and timelines. I've done it all my life.
On September 11th, I was the CEO of a film and television production company. I arrived at work with the customary laundry list of to-do's. The truth was that as my company had grown large, I'd become less of a filmmaker and more of a manager of day to day operations. As a big company, with lots of details, the storytelling was often left to others.
Then, a plane flew into the World Trade Center.
I remember the jolt, the spike of fire in the blistering blue sky. Photographers and producers... [MORE]