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About September 11, 2001: Attack On New York City
Product Description The award-winning Wilborn Hampton recounts one horrifying day in history through the eyes of several who experienced it firsthand. After the tragic event that changed the course of America's history, the interviews and accounts of survivors, heroes, and terrorists are no less poignant. Seasoned reporter and award-winning author Wilborn Hampton creates an intimate portrait of life and loss, and offers a deeper understanding of that tragic day. Back matter includes a bibliography, a filmography, and an index. About the Author Wilborn Hampton was born in Dallas, Texas, in 1940, and was a reporter for U.P.I. from 1963 to 1979. Since 1979, Wilborn Hampton has worked at the NEW YORK TIMES as an editor and as a theater and book critic. On the morning of September 11, 2001, he was preparing to go to work when two hijacked planes flew into the World Trade Center in New York City. Wilborn Hampton undertook to write the story of that awful day because he felt that "no single event since the attack on Pearl Harbor has so traumatized and galvanized the American people as the attacks on September 11. It seemed important, especially for younger readers who may have questions in years to come about what happened, to try to put on paper an account of what took place in New York City that day. And the only way to begin to understand the horror of what occurred on September 11 was to recount it through the eyes of those who experienced it firsthand." Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. JIM KENWORTHY It was such a glorious day Jim Kenworthy decided to walk to work. Although both Jim and his wife, Ginger Ormiston, had jobs in the complex of buildings that made up the World Trade Center in lower Manhattan, they rarely went to work together. Their two children, Beth and Billie, went to different schools in different parts of the city, and mornings sometimes resembled a fire drill as the four of them scrambled to shower, eat breakfast, dress, and get off to school or work. As usual, Jim was the first one up that Tuesday. He headed into the kitchen to start the coffee, then went to wake the kids. Billie, who was ten, was the hardest to rouse. But he had to get ready first since he had an early school bus to catch. Billie was just starting the fifth grade at P.S. 6 on the Upper East Side. A school bus stopped at University Place, near Jim and Ginger’s apartment off Union Square, but Billie had to be there by 7:30 to catch it. He had missed the bus the previous day and Ginger had to take him to school on the subway, which in turn had made her late for work at her new job as a computer expert with Marsh & McLennan. After getting the children up, Jim went back to the kitchen to start making breakfast for Beth and Billie. He heard the shower running and knew that Ginger was up. Once the kids were fed, Jim started his own shower while Ginger dressed. He was just getting out when he heard Ginger shout something to him and the front door close. He didn’t hear what she said, and he called out to her from the bathroom. But she was gone. Jim had first met Ginger seventeen years earlier at the wedding of a mutual friend in Pittsburgh. No sparks flew immediately, but when they met again at another wedding two years later, Jim asked Ginger for a date. When they started going out, Ginger and Jim did not seem to have a lot in common. Jim, who was born in Baltimore but grew up in Florida, was working for a small law firm. He loved New York. Ginger, who had an electrical engineering degree from Rutgers and was taking night courses at New York University, still lived with her parents in New Jersey while working at Bell Labs. She was not all that fond of the city. Jim liked baseball and had season tickets to the Yankees, but Ginger did not care much for the game; Jim liked the ballet, while Ginger preferred the opera. But there were many things they both enjoyed. They both loved to try the food of different countrie
