Eighteen years ago today I was teaching first period AP Biology when I was interrupted by the superintendent’s administrative assistant. Her office was next to my classroom. She came in and said we needed to turn on the TV. She did not have a TV in her office. We turned on the TV a few minutes before the second plane hit the World Trade Center Tower.
I spent the rest of the day watching the ongoing coverage with each class, and processing what we were seeing. It’s difficult to believe that was now a generation ago.
A couple of days later I heard the story of a FDNY Chaplain giving last rights to victims at the base of the tower. As a means of processing those images, I wrote a song. I never really liked how it turned out. Today I took a crack at rewriting the lyrics and some of the melody line. Here it is. Not Dead Yet.