We had flown back from Stockholm on 9/10. We were jet lagged when we got up and turned on the radio as we usually do and heard a report of a plane that crashed into the World Trade Center. I immediately thought of the time when I was istening to the rado with my parents on July 28, 1945 and heard a report of a plane crashing into the Empire State Building.
The coming weekend was to be the Lavender Country & Folk Dancers dance camp. So the next several days involved figuring out if we could have it. We did and it was so wonderful to be out in a rural setting in Western Massachusetts with about 100 friends and acquaitenances. A couple of people couldn't come because they were flying from far away.
Had heard about that online somewhere, but after the second plane crashed into the other
tower, it had become clear that it was some bizarre coordinated attack