tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729166837877316238.post657996398796220364..comments2024-02-22T04:38:15.816-06:00Comments on Thoughts from a Route 66 Business Owner: 9/11Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664721949113509873noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729166837877316238.post-89338606184096441622008-09-11T12:43:00.000-05:002008-09-11T12:43:00.000-05:00Beautifully said, Laurel. I never thought of it be...Beautifully said, Laurel. I never thought of it before, but we're all kind of survivors of that day, aren't we? It affected us as a nation, as a people, and I think we've all been affected on a personal level. <br><br>Hugs, Beth<br>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729166837877316238.post-19868689093009117462008-09-11T16:50:00.000-05:002008-09-11T16:50:00.000-05:00A very touching tribute my friend. We are all surv...A very touching tribute my friend. We are all survivors in one form or another. 9/11 reminds us just how precious life truly is. (Hugs)Indigo<br>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729166837877316238.post-84811742297967105862008-09-11T18:17:00.000-05:002008-09-11T18:17:00.000-05:00Thanks for your entry and memories.Thanks for your entry and memories.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729166837877316238.post-89070785398114138802008-09-11T20:43:00.000-05:002008-09-11T20:43:00.000-05:00I'll never forget that day. It was supposed to hav...I'll never forget that day. It was supposed to have been a very fun week for me. I had just come off the Route 66 Missouri Motor Tour and had the whole week off. After the tour, I was heading west on 66 until around Thursday, anticipating getting somewhere in Arizona before returing home to Indiana. I had just spent the night at the Big Texan Motel in Amarillo and was having breakfast with fellow 66er Becky Ransom at the Big Texan when our waitress stopped by and told us what was going on in NYC. We watched in dismay at the TV they had by the bar. I went back to my motel and continued to watch. When the first tower fell, I knew there was no way I could continue this trip. My stomach was in knots and I knew I had to go home. <br><br>Not knowing what was next, I decided to head back towards Indiana. Again, not knowing what to expect, I stayed away from I-40 and took US 60 out of Amarillo, with my thinking that there weren't any large towns on 60 and the chance of me running into any trouble would be diminished. I left Amarillo around noon that day and began my solemn journey east. I can't remember when I finally got in touch with you & David that day, but I'm glad I did. It was an incredibly lonely feeling driving that day....one I never felt and have never felt since. When I got to Grove that evening where you were staying and saw you two, I felt....."safer". Just seeing someone I knew that day had an incredible calming effect for me. <br><br>One of these years, I'll finish that trip out to Arizona....under better circumstances.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729166837877316238.post-50275775377249658832008-09-12T11:43:00.000-05:002008-09-12T11:43:00.000-05:00I remember it well, Pat! And I also remember how ...I remember it well, Pat! And I also remember how happy we were to be with you during that bad time. It's always good to be with friends when you feel like the world is crashing down around you. A lot has happened in both of our lives since then. LaurelAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com