Everybody has a story. Similar to those still alive who can tell you where they were when President John F. Kennedy (or Robert F. Kennedy or Martin Luther King Jr. or, with younger folks, Charlie Kirk), was assassinated, or when Elvis Presley died, many of us have a story about where we were when we first learned about what was happening Sept. 11, 2001, 25 years ago today.
The sky was crisp and clear here in Chattanooga, just as it was in New York City that day.
I was on my way to an interview for a news story at United Way of Greater Chattanooga when I heard on the car radio about the first plane. I was in the interview when a United Way employee interrupted our discussion to tell us about the second plane.
We cut the interview short, and I rushed back to the Times Free Press because the newspaper would need all hands on deck to report on such a jolting development.
As faith editor at the time, it was my job to pull together a response to the tragedy by the Chattanooga faith community. I was proud that so many churches — including the one of which I am a member — threw open their doors for prayer.