A man next to me said "I'm a pilot, that was no small plane."
I was in Portland, Maine on Sept. 10, and returned home to Vermont early on the morning of Sept. 11. On the evening of Sept. 10, I had a very strange, sickly vertiginous feeling that I have never before experienced. On Sept. 11, in the morning, driving back from Portland at the first gas and fast foot/ATM/coffee rest stop, I and about 50 people gathered around to watch the televised CNN feed in the rest stop's common atrium several minutes after that first plane struck. There was then a hole in the first tower and the feed reported it was likely that some type of small plane or helicopter struck the building. A man next to me said "I'm a pilot, that was no small plane." Later, I learned that the lead terrorist was also in Portland on the evening of Sept. 10. I was and am not now a religious person. However, I now believe that we can pick up on a sort of interpersonal, non-verbal, a type of extra sensory perception that one human being in proximity can relate to another. I am receptive to the idea of a sort of biological sense perception - not in any way a metaphysical phenomena - that a person intent on their own sense of historical purpose can relay to another if in a certain proximity with a sort of a possible unknown, passing exchange.
Laurie Newton
