Another life i lived, though thankfully a brief one, was lived
here - notable for the regular alarums from the nearby Broadmoor Hospital, so regular that if it went off on a Wednesday afternoon and was for real, it was very unlikely that you would 'duck & cover'.
Most notably for me, given that i was rarely there on a Wednesday, this was where i was going on the morning of September 11th, 2001.
I don't know about you, but i actually went to the top of the World Trade Center in what must have been about 1980? 1981 tops? It was also notable as the venue that my fear of heights was confirmed as a thing of the past - notable mention for the CN Tower for starting the process. Without wishing to sound ridiculous, there was a place within me that was that place.
I was listening to the radio in the car and they kept talking about the World Trade Center - your ears are pricked because this is somewhere you know something about, somewhere about which you are aware.- but nobody seemed to know what was actually going on. It sounded pretty fecked up, though, and as soon as i got ^there i rushed in and put the telly on...
I had a deep foreboding - this was the dawning of the rest of our lives... on