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.