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	<title>Comments on: quick, before the schlocky onslaught gets too intense</title>
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		<title>By: dad</title>
		<link>http://kynthiabru.net/blog/archives/285#comment-3099</link>
		<dc:creator>dad</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Sep 2006 17:18:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I watched it on the weather channel.  They were replaying the first plane hitting the tower, and I thought to myself, "this isn't weather."  So I turned up the sound, they returned to live coverage of the smoking tower, then the second plane came into the second tower, on live tv, in the comfort of my own home.  Felt a little insulated from it, and glad my girl was not living in New York anymore.  

A couple days later I was on one of the first flights out of COS, going to Berkeley to spend a few days around my 50th birthday with Pallas.  The news said to arrive at the airport three hours early, so we were all there, in a long line, but the counter people showed up at their regular time, about an hour and a half before the 8 something a.m. flight.  Gave us plenty of time to make new friends and look around wondering whether any of us was carrying a bomb.

We descended into LAX and it was ghostly -- no planes at any of the terminals.  We were one of the first to arrive after flights were resumed.  They booked me on three possible flights north, to San Francisco, Oakland, and San Jose, and said I would be on whichever one was the first to leave.  They weren't sure when that would be, they were waiting for planes.  I went to San Jose, Pallas picked me up there and we spent a few days in Berkeley.

That's all.  Back to work.  Love your blog.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I watched it on the weather channel.  They were replaying the first plane hitting the tower, and I thought to myself, &#8220;this isn&#8217;t weather.&#8221;  So I turned up the sound, they returned to live coverage of the smoking tower, then the second plane came into the second tower, on live tv, in the comfort of my own home.  Felt a little insulated from it, and glad my girl was not living in New York anymore.  </p>
<p>A couple days later I was on one of the first flights out of COS, going to Berkeley to spend a few days around my 50th birthday with Pallas.  The news said to arrive at the airport three hours early, so we were all there, in a long line, but the counter people showed up at their regular time, about an hour and a half before the 8 something a.m. flight.  Gave us plenty of time to make new friends and look around wondering whether any of us was carrying a bomb.</p>
<p>We descended into LAX and it was ghostly &#8212; no planes at any of the terminals.  We were one of the first to arrive after flights were resumed.  They booked me on three possible flights north, to San Francisco, Oakland, and San Jose, and said I would be on whichever one was the first to leave.  They weren&#8217;t sure when that would be, they were waiting for planes.  I went to San Jose, Pallas picked me up there and we spent a few days in Berkeley.</p>
<p>That&#8217;s all.  Back to work.  Love your blog.</p>
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		<title>By: Guest</title>
		<link>http://kynthiabru.net/blog/archives/285#comment-3016</link>
		<dc:creator>Guest</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Sep 2006 03:27:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I prefer the Russia/Beslan method. Take your kids, light a candle and make them vow eternal revenge. Oh, Lord, how I miss the Cold War.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I prefer the Russia/Beslan method. Take your kids, light a candle and make them vow eternal revenge. Oh, Lord, how I miss the Cold War.</p>
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		<title>By: mom</title>
		<link>http://kynthiabru.net/blog/archives/285#comment-3014</link>
		<dc:creator>mom</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Sep 2006 02:57:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It was a good innoculation.  And much needed now that I live with a tv again.  We lit a candle in church in memory and in longing for the healing.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It was a good innoculation.  And much needed now that I live with a tv again.  We lit a candle in church in memory and in longing for the healing.</p>
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