The phone rang in my Houston home that morning, a few minutes before 8:00′. A friend mine called about some journalistic so tasks on my nerves”to do”list. I have to sleep,with s TV or radio on because after years of wearing headphones or an IFB decide in your ear for decades, that annoying high located tinnitus is usually th end result. Usually it’s just a par of blathering idiots talking about thenzoo’s newest baby momkey or that it’s Jello’s 75th birthday and there are an unimaginable number of deserts or salads you can make.
But not this morning…..
The screen showed one of the world trade centers on for with smoke billowing from it. “Am accident”‘ they said. ??”A small committee airplane hit the building”, they said. “But how?”, they’d ask. “Tuesday morning, j 11 didn’t have a cloud in the sky.”
“Osama bin Laden”‘ I said.
I was nompoliyivsl not was an expert on the man and west hating minions, I had been a political talk show host that summer and bin laden’s name was mentioned everyday as was his hated for the indices in the west. He said his hate for th US would make no distinction between an Americsans’ gender, or age, or whether they wore Uniform or not. It would be a war, but fought half a world away.,
To some in Washington, this was saber rattling. Osama’s war affort were a ragtag bunch of men, mostly from the Provences, armed with what they could scrounge through what they find in remnants of weapons used during the Afghan/Ruseian war fought a
