Today is a day that many will not soon forget.
I was still working full time on September 11, 2001 and in the middle of my daily commute to Troy, MI. I had the radio on, flipping channels as I usually do. This day, I happened to decide on the local talk radio station. What I heard as I pulled in the parking lot of my seven story office building shocked me.
The World Trade Center had been hit by not one, but two airplanes... two commercial airliners packed with travelers of all races, creeds, colors, ages and beliefs. The World Trade Center buildings... 110 floors each, filled to the brim with people starting their day were burning. Two gaping holes were visible mid-way up and smoke was pouring from each. My heart sank.
I no sooner got into the office when my husband called me and asked if I heard the news.
"Yes, Honey... I have," I said.
"Nancy... there were people on those planes... in those buildings," he whispered, barely able to speak.
"I know, Honey... I know," I replied in the same whisper. I didn't know what to say. I didn't really know what to do.
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SHERRY ANN BORDEAUX was born and raised in Jersey City, New Jersey. She was a member of the honor society and the basketball and bowling teams in high school. Her sister, Cynthia Lewis remembers her as someone who never missed a day of school. "She was a straight-A student." After highschool, Sherry graduated from St. Peter's College in Jersey City and began working as an accountant for Fiduciary Trust. She was in her office on the 90th floor of Tower Two when the second hijacked passenger jet hit the floors below. She had left a phone message after the first jet hit the other tower.
"She called us at 8:48 and said, 'There's been an explosion, I'll call you later,'" Lewis said. "We were home and watching it on TV. We just didn't hear the phone."
Sherry shared a house with her mother, brother, sister and nephews in Jersey City, New Jersey. These days the house is emptier. She is no longer around to make special dishes that she learned from watching "Emeril Live" on the Food Network, or to take her nephews - Marquise Lewis, 10, and Justin Lewis, 3 - out to dinner or the movies.
Now they only have memories of her.
After reading bits of information on Sherry I imagine she was vivacious woman with hopes and dreams just like everyone else in the world. Her family adored her... cherished her. They cling to memories of a summer reunion in 2001 where siblings and cousins and countless other extended family members went to Fayettville, N.C., in July and spent a week together.
I never met Sherry, although I believe I would have liked her from the moment we met. I'll never know her personally... never get the chance. But, what I DO know is that she'll be missed by many. She'll be missed by the world and this world will be a lesser place because Sherry wasn't around to make it just that much brighter. She was only 38 years old.
Today, I ask those that might have known Sherry to post here, on my blog, anything you knew about Sherry. Let those around the world know what a wonderful person was taken from us. Have her memory live on in script for a bit longer.
May all those who were killed on this day five years ago be remembered, celebrated and held in high esteem. God Bless them all.
Monday, September 11, 2006
Monday, September 04, 2006
And the Teachers ARE....
Ms. Ingoglia for my 3rd grader and Ms. Grunewald for my 1st grader.
The wait has ended...
... Let the learning begin!
The wait has ended...
... Let the learning begin!
Things That Make You Go.... Hmmmmmm
Ok... so... Arts, Beats and Eats.
For those of you who live in the Detroit Metropolitan area, "Arts, Beats and Eats" doesn't mean some curbside painter wacking people with a stick while eating a corndog. It actually means an honest to goodness 'good time in downtown Pontiac' (if that can actually be had) eating, drinking, buying and riding carnival rides. AB&E (as I will call it henceforth) was our outting for today with the kids (yes, you CAN take kids there).
It's an annual outting, actually. Every Labor Day weekend Linc and I take the kids to AB&E and spend an enormous amount of money eating, riding and buying glow-in-the-dark sticks for the kids. Every year the kids whine because they can't go on anymore rides, their tired, their hungry or they just want to see their parents pull their hair out among 10,000 people in a cramped three-block radius. Every year we either sweat, freeze or get rained on. Every year we go back because we think we know what we did wrong THIS year. *sigh* It's like a study on Pavlov's dog.
However, I must say that THIS year things went mighty well. The weather was cool and breezy and we had enough money to keep the kids satisfied without us going broke in the process. Ah, commercialism. Anyway, by 4pm the kids were beat and getting hungry. Linc stayed downtown to watch some concerts and I came home with the kids, cooked dinner and generally 'hung out' until bedtime.
Now... during that 'hanging out' period....
Did I ever tell you that I'm a closet Star Trek Junkie? *sigh* Probably not. I don't know too many 40-Mother-of-three-closet-star-trek-junkies out there. We're few and far between not to mention embarrassed that we actually know who Jonathan Archer is and can't wait until Paramount Pictures produces another flippin' ST movie (there are 10 you know).
At any rate, my husband (a 33 year old ST junkie) and I run a Star Trek play by email game (now, I KNOW you're thinking... "Did she HAVE to go here?") called Liberty Fleet. The game is fun primarily because I can write a character that is totally unlike myself and lose myself in fantasy land without ending up in an mental institution. The problem, is that in running the game you end up spending a great deal of time working on promoting, editing, and playing the game for FREE. Yes, I said FREE... I do not get paid for my editing of writing submissions (posts), my counseling sessions with young writers who have NO clue where to begin and those few and far between (you KNOW who you are) who can't spell worth a POOP when they write more than three words in a row. However, I enjoy reading the entries to our crazy storylines and sometimes wish that I could actually BE the captain that I write (might be a little hard though, considering I write a man).
HOWEVER, this new storyline, an 'alternate timeline' kind of deal (something from the future gets left in the past so it changes everyones future kinda thing) is bringing out the looneys! Pure evil, I'm telling you! I can't believe some of the stuff that I'm reading... it's bizarre. Torture, killing, maming, sex (rape, bisexuality) and don't forget just plain ole anger.
*SHEESH*
People, people, people. Let's think about this SHALL we? I mean, such angry folk are running around with laptops in hand. *shakes head* It amazes even I. Who knew that such folk walked the earth taking their kindergardeners to school each morning and fixing meatloaf for dinner. Now, to tell the truth that's a bit harsh... a lot of our writers are college age kids that love Star Trek (ST) and love to write stories. I doubt that most even know what meatloaf is, let alone know how to fix it for dinner.
All in all today was a success. Tomorrow is Labor Day which means an annual trip to my in-laws for dinner and visiting. This year it also means that our exchange student has football practice (someone should give that coach a piece of my mind) from 5pm to whenever. *sigh* I'm hoping that whoever thought a practice on Labor Day was necessary, will be locked up by the Labor Day police and the key thrown away.
... things that make you go, hmmmmmm.
For those of you who live in the Detroit Metropolitan area, "Arts, Beats and Eats" doesn't mean some curbside painter wacking people with a stick while eating a corndog. It actually means an honest to goodness 'good time in downtown Pontiac' (if that can actually be had) eating, drinking, buying and riding carnival rides. AB&E (as I will call it henceforth) was our outting for today with the kids (yes, you CAN take kids there).
It's an annual outting, actually. Every Labor Day weekend Linc and I take the kids to AB&E and spend an enormous amount of money eating, riding and buying glow-in-the-dark sticks for the kids. Every year the kids whine because they can't go on anymore rides, their tired, their hungry or they just want to see their parents pull their hair out among 10,000 people in a cramped three-block radius. Every year we either sweat, freeze or get rained on. Every year we go back because we think we know what we did wrong THIS year. *sigh* It's like a study on Pavlov's dog.
However, I must say that THIS year things went mighty well. The weather was cool and breezy and we had enough money to keep the kids satisfied without us going broke in the process. Ah, commercialism. Anyway, by 4pm the kids were beat and getting hungry. Linc stayed downtown to watch some concerts and I came home with the kids, cooked dinner and generally 'hung out' until bedtime.
Now... during that 'hanging out' period....
Did I ever tell you that I'm a closet Star Trek Junkie? *sigh* Probably not. I don't know too many 40-Mother-of-three-closet-star-trek-junkies out there. We're few and far between not to mention embarrassed that we actually know who Jonathan Archer is and can't wait until Paramount Pictures produces another flippin' ST movie (there are 10 you know).
At any rate, my husband (a 33 year old ST junkie) and I run a Star Trek play by email game (now, I KNOW you're thinking... "Did she HAVE to go here?") called Liberty Fleet. The game is fun primarily because I can write a character that is totally unlike myself and lose myself in fantasy land without ending up in an mental institution. The problem, is that in running the game you end up spending a great deal of time working on promoting, editing, and playing the game for FREE. Yes, I said FREE... I do not get paid for my editing of writing submissions (posts), my counseling sessions with young writers who have NO clue where to begin and those few and far between (you KNOW who you are) who can't spell worth a POOP when they write more than three words in a row. However, I enjoy reading the entries to our crazy storylines and sometimes wish that I could actually BE the captain that I write (might be a little hard though, considering I write a man).
HOWEVER, this new storyline, an 'alternate timeline' kind of deal (something from the future gets left in the past so it changes everyones future kinda thing) is bringing out the looneys! Pure evil, I'm telling you! I can't believe some of the stuff that I'm reading... it's bizarre. Torture, killing, maming, sex (rape, bisexuality) and don't forget just plain ole anger.
*SHEESH*
People, people, people. Let's think about this SHALL we? I mean, such angry folk are running around with laptops in hand. *shakes head* It amazes even I. Who knew that such folk walked the earth taking their kindergardeners to school each morning and fixing meatloaf for dinner. Now, to tell the truth that's a bit harsh... a lot of our writers are college age kids that love Star Trek (ST) and love to write stories. I doubt that most even know what meatloaf is, let alone know how to fix it for dinner.
All in all today was a success. Tomorrow is Labor Day which means an annual trip to my in-laws for dinner and visiting. This year it also means that our exchange student has football practice (someone should give that coach a piece of my mind) from 5pm to whenever. *sigh* I'm hoping that whoever thought a practice on Labor Day was necessary, will be locked up by the Labor Day police and the key thrown away.
... things that make you go, hmmmmmm.
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