I spent the afternoon of September 11, 2001 at the John Weir Foote Armoury in Hamilton standing around awaiting direction and trying to understand the scope of the days events.

The Hamilton Spectator printed a special afternoon edition that day. I remember being ordered to await its arrival at Maves Variety. It arrived at some point in the mid-afternoon. I remember reading the paper brought a sense of order to events of the morning.

The radio and television were overwhelming, I couldn’t pause them as I tried to absorb the shock of the events. The paper gave me that.