I remember the day like it was 2 weeks ago. I had taken that entire week off to do some stuff around the house and then was going to La Jolla for a long weekend. On Tuesday, 9/11... Turning on the radio at 7:30ish am and hearing odd commentary instead of music.... Wandering out to the living room and turning on the TV after the second plane had hit the second tower and falling back onto the couch. Then to hear the Pentagon had been hit, all planes were grounded nationwide, and the President was aboard Air Force One but not yet headed to DC because DC may be hit by.... something.
The rest of the morning and afternoon were a blur, but the TV was still on. About 4pm I went down the hill to the Ralph's Fresh Fare to get some groceries. They'd turned off the Muzak, and the store was quiet but still open. I saw a few familiar neighborhood faces and we smiled tightly at each other, but no one talked. But oddly, the fact that Ralph's was open was comforting.
I was worried about the entire country for weeks. Michael Eisner gave a nice speech a few days later on Disneyland's Town Square. Memorably, about a month later, Haunted Mansion Holiday opened for the first time. And it was a HUGE hit, and the lines were long, and people smiled, and it seemed like America would survive. But it was a very rough couple of weeks.
My pain and turmoil was very minor, but still memorable. I don't know that I need to visit a museum to see the immense pain so many of my fellow Americans went through that day at the hands of Islamic terrorists. The office secretaries that burned to death at their desks. The stewardesses who had their throats slit in the galleys of jetliners to bleed out alone. The passengers sending short texts to loved ones on 2001 flip phones before their plane exploded into the ground. The terrified payroll managers that jumped to their death from the 90th floors of their offices to avoid a worse fate via fire. Etc., etc.
It's not something I would want to pair with a fun vacation weekend, I'm afraid.