Do you remember what you were doing in 1985? Well, if you were like me, you were 14 years old and looking at life through a John Hughes movie.
It is crazy to think about the movies that we had when we were in our early teens.
Breakfast Club - 1985
Pretty in Pink - 1986
Some kind of Wonderful - 1987
Sixteen Candles - 1986
Ferris Buellers Day off - 1986
Weird Science - 1985...and these are just the John Hughes movies.
The actors were/are called The Brat Pack. There is even a website called The Brat Pack site - http://www.thebratpacksite.com/
What about these:
St. Elmo's Fire - 1985
About last night - 1986
The Outsiders - 1983
Risky Business - 1983
Stand by Me - 1986
Top Gun - 1986
Footloose - 1984
Flashdance - 1983
I know that the teens today love the vampire movies and that must be the way we were when we saw Rob Lowe, Tom Cruise, or the other "brat packers" on the screen. I don't know if they compare to the movies we had in the '80s.
I love these movies and even after 26 years I will always watch when they are on. Pretty in Pink was on the other night, as well as Sixteen Candles and tonight, Breakfast club.
There are so many quotes from this movie that people still use today, but the ending of the movie sums up what most of us were probably thinking at that time. That we were all a 'category' and fit into some kind of group. Not every was part of the popular crowd (or in the case of Newtonbrook, the front hall lockers) or the outsider, brain etc. It is still true today.
"Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did *was* wrong. But we think you're crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us... In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain... and an athlete... and a basket case... and a basket case... and a criminal... Does that answer your question?...
Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club."
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
September 11, 2001 - where were you?
So, I was lying in bed this morning, with CNN on in the background, and a thought popped into my head....WHY was I at work at 8:46 in the morning when the first plane hit the tower one? I was not one that EVER got to work early, even when I was supposed to start at 8am, so why that day, was I at the office? I never really thought about that until today....
Working in a travel agency on that date was crazy. I remember I had a client who was flying to Hawaii on Delta that day. When she got home (she was there for a month), I called her. I wanted to hear from her what her personal story was like.
She said that they didn't tell her anything on the plane, but they had to land immediately to the nearest airport, which was Dallas. Once she arrived in Dallas, the airport was crazy. Everyone was trying to find a tv screen. They ended up putting the events on the screens that were normally used for the departure gates, etc. She spent three days in Dallas (one night at the aiport) until the planes started to fly again and continued her trip. I am not sure what I would have done. I would have wanted to come home, but that is me.
We didn't have a tv at the office. There was one in the board room, but it was used for video presentations and there was no cable, so trying to find a signal was hard. Most of what we heard was on the radio and it wasn't until I got home that I could watch the horror of the days and the weeks and months to follow.
The other VERY strong memory I have is sitting on the porch with my mom that night and the few days that followed. If you know where my parents live, it is on the flight path to the airport. Plans fly over their house on average about 1 every 2 minutes. You can look at your watch and look up and listen.....but there was silence. A strange, eerie silence. If you live in our area, you know what I mean. Even when the airports were open again, you knew that it wasn't normal, because it wasn't every two minutes.
What do you remember of your September 11, 2001?
Working in a travel agency on that date was crazy. I remember I had a client who was flying to Hawaii on Delta that day. When she got home (she was there for a month), I called her. I wanted to hear from her what her personal story was like.
She said that they didn't tell her anything on the plane, but they had to land immediately to the nearest airport, which was Dallas. Once she arrived in Dallas, the airport was crazy. Everyone was trying to find a tv screen. They ended up putting the events on the screens that were normally used for the departure gates, etc. She spent three days in Dallas (one night at the aiport) until the planes started to fly again and continued her trip. I am not sure what I would have done. I would have wanted to come home, but that is me.
We didn't have a tv at the office. There was one in the board room, but it was used for video presentations and there was no cable, so trying to find a signal was hard. Most of what we heard was on the radio and it wasn't until I got home that I could watch the horror of the days and the weeks and months to follow.
The other VERY strong memory I have is sitting on the porch with my mom that night and the few days that followed. If you know where my parents live, it is on the flight path to the airport. Plans fly over their house on average about 1 every 2 minutes. You can look at your watch and look up and listen.....but there was silence. A strange, eerie silence. If you live in our area, you know what I mean. Even when the airports were open again, you knew that it wasn't normal, because it wasn't every two minutes.
What do you remember of your September 11, 2001?
Seasons of love
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Moments so dear
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure - Measure A Year?
In Daylights - In Sunsets, In Midnights - In Cups Of Coffee
In Inches - In Miles, In Laughter - In Strife
In - Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure a Year In The Life?
How About Love? Measure In Love
Seasons of Love.
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Journeys To Plan
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure The Life, of a Woman Or A Man
In Truth That She Learned. Or In Times That He Cried
In Bridges He Burned. Or The Way That She Died
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Moments so dear
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure - Measure A Year?
In Daylights - In Sunsets, In Midnights - In Cups Of Coffee
In Inches - In Miles, In Laughter - In Strife
In - Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure a Year In The Life?
How About Love? Measure In Love
Seasons of Love.
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Journeys To Plan
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure The Life, of a Woman Or A Man
In Truth That She Learned. Or In Times That He Cried
In Bridges He Burned. Or The Way That She Died
Saturday, September 10, 2011
The last 10 years
Tomorrow is September 11th. For the last week or so every station, show, interview or interviewer is discussing the 10th anniversary of September 11th, 2001. I know where I was at that exact moment the world changed, I remember when I came home after that very long day, the very first image I saw on CNN was someone jumping to their inevitable death. I remember it all. The days and weeks to follow, there are so many images that are now resurfacing that bring back all those memories to the front of our hearts and minds.
I remember going to New York that October with my friend Lori, who worked in lower Manhattan and when we went down to Ground Zero, it was still smoking. It was crazy, because I remember wanted to take pictures, but thought that it was disrespectful to do that. Tomorrow finally there will be a memorial that can be photographed in a respectful way.
I remember a dream I had about my friend Corey, who was living in NYC at the time, trying to tell me that he was okay. I had my mom phone his mom a couple of weeks after and thank g-d he was fine, and I saw him on my trip that October. He is now married with three children and living in Toronto.
But....as I was sitting watching the View, I started to think about my OWN life, and what has changed or has happened to me in my life in the last 10 years. It is pretty crazy actually. I thought I would share some of my thoughts.
10 years ago:
- Mark had not married yet married Shawna. Of course that means that Zoe, Jaime and of course Ezra were not in my life. Since then, I have had the chance to have a great extended family and have been able to be a part of their lives as well.
- There was no facebook, and therefore hadn't reconnected with so many people I now call friend again. As well, all the people I have met since that have changed my life.
- Blogging, twitter, linked in, texting, bbm.....what did we all do to connect before that time...LOL!
- I hadn't met Brad yet. That didn't happen until 2003 which of course had a huge affect on my life.
- I hadn't bought my condo yet and was still living at home. That wasn't until 2004 and then not until 2006 until I moved.
- We still had Adath Shalom shule that we were a part of. It hasn't felt the same since we stopped going there.
- My uncle Solly was still with us.
- Aviva was still with us. That is all I can say about that.
All of those thoughts just flew out of my head and onto the keyboard. If I thought about how much more there was going on in my life before September 11, 2001, I could be here for a long time.
I am sure that everyone will take some time tomorrow to reflect on the day.
Remember what you have today, what you had before that fateful day and everything that has happened in between.
I remember going to New York that October with my friend Lori, who worked in lower Manhattan and when we went down to Ground Zero, it was still smoking. It was crazy, because I remember wanted to take pictures, but thought that it was disrespectful to do that. Tomorrow finally there will be a memorial that can be photographed in a respectful way.
I remember a dream I had about my friend Corey, who was living in NYC at the time, trying to tell me that he was okay. I had my mom phone his mom a couple of weeks after and thank g-d he was fine, and I saw him on my trip that October. He is now married with three children and living in Toronto.
But....as I was sitting watching the View, I started to think about my OWN life, and what has changed or has happened to me in my life in the last 10 years. It is pretty crazy actually. I thought I would share some of my thoughts.
10 years ago:
- Mark had not married yet married Shawna. Of course that means that Zoe, Jaime and of course Ezra were not in my life. Since then, I have had the chance to have a great extended family and have been able to be a part of their lives as well.
- There was no facebook, and therefore hadn't reconnected with so many people I now call friend again. As well, all the people I have met since that have changed my life.
- Blogging, twitter, linked in, texting, bbm.....what did we all do to connect before that time...LOL!
- I hadn't met Brad yet. That didn't happen until 2003 which of course had a huge affect on my life.
- I hadn't bought my condo yet and was still living at home. That wasn't until 2004 and then not until 2006 until I moved.
- We still had Adath Shalom shule that we were a part of. It hasn't felt the same since we stopped going there.
- My uncle Solly was still with us.
- Aviva was still with us. That is all I can say about that.
All of those thoughts just flew out of my head and onto the keyboard. If I thought about how much more there was going on in my life before September 11, 2001, I could be here for a long time.
I am sure that everyone will take some time tomorrow to reflect on the day.
Remember what you have today, what you had before that fateful day and everything that has happened in between.
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