It's almost been six months since that fateful day of September 11, 2001. Unfortunately, the impact of the events of that day just do not seem to lessen with time. People talk of where they were when they heard that John F. Kennedy or Martin Luther King, Jr. were shot. I was not on this earth in 1963 or 1968, but 9/11/01 is the day in my life that I will never forget. Images are engrained. Now, I no longer turn on the news fearing another terrorist attack. I have been on airplanes since 9/11, and I do not fear flying. With time, some fears have dissipated. However, what always is there in my mind are those images of the destruction of the World Trade Center. It doesn't help that many movies and TV shows have been filmed in New York City and show the World Trade Center in all its glory. While it is great to see those wonderful structures as they once stood, seeing them does bring back horrific memories of 9/11. Frankly, I'm not sure I will ever get over that. Something that really "weirds me out" are my vivid memories of events in my life just prior to 9/11. Those events are so clear in my mind, yet the world changed quite drastically only a few days after those events I remember so well. As an example, last Labor Day, my girlfriend and I went to Pittsburgh for an extended weekend. She is from Pittsburgh, so I met her parents and some of her longtime friends, and she showed me the city. I remember our ride up the Duquense Incline to Mount Washington as well as a couple we met on the Incline. I remember restaurants we ate at that weekend and other places we went. Only a few days later, 9/11 came. When I think back to that trip to Pittsburgh and that ride on the Duquense Incline with my memories so vivid, I can't help but think, "Wow, the World Trade Center stood tall that day". It's like I can put myself back there, but of course, I can't really go back. Maybe it sounds crazy, but it is sort of a helpless feeling. My girlfriend's birthday is September 9th. We were back from Pittsburgh by then, and I took her out for a nice dinner. We went to a first-rate restaurant, and again, I remember that evening like it was yesterday. What we ate, our waiter, what we wore. It was only two days before 9/11. Again, there is an awkward feeling in thinking back to that birthday dinner. On Monday, September 10th, the Giants and Broncos played on Monday Night Football. Being a fan of the Giants and Kerry Collins, I had been looking forward to that game for quite awhile. The Giants had gone to the Super Bowl the year before (i.e., defending NFC champs), and the Broncos had won two Super Bowls recently. I was ready for a good game. I remember watching that game like it was last night. Sadly, I remember Ed McCaffrey of the Broncos breaking his leg and being lost for the season. That game ended around midnight on the east coast where I live. I was disappointed that my Giants had lost, but the game ended just some nine hours before tragic events would unfold. It's weird when I remember sitting on my couch after that game dejected that the Giants had played poorly and then realize that the World Trade Center towers were still standing tall. On the morning of September 11th, I got to work at 7:30 a.m., and some of my colleagues and I talked about the Giants-Broncos game. I remember complaining about the Giants loss. Then about an hour after that discussion, I got an e-mail from my girlfriend that said, "Two planes crashed into the World Trade Center. Get to a radio." I froze. I couldn't believe it. I told a couple of my colleagues, and within minutes everyone in my building was talking about it and listening to radios. By noon that day, my office had closed, and I was home watching the news, on that same couch that I had watched Monday Night Football the night before. I saw the footage of the World Trade Center destruction over and over and heard constant reports of the estimated death toll. It was surreal, yet it was real. Does anyone else still get weird feelings about 9/11? Sorry for rambling on, but I had to get this off my chest.