I was working in the small town of Wayne, WV at the time. I spent my first couple of hours in the office each day dealing with routing & contractors, since this system was undergoing a new build. I had two contractors that I called the Skipper & Gilligan, you can imagine why.

They had left the office about 8:30, but came running back in yelling for me to turn on the TV. I normally don't watch TV, so I was like why. They kept saying they heard on the radio that a plane had flown into the WTC. I too was thinking some clown, not happy with his life had flown his Cessna into the tower. I was stunned when I saw the footage. I had already called all my techs back to the office and we just sat and stared at the TV in shock. We got the mandate from the company that under no circumstances were we to do anything to take down the cable system until further notice, (If there was a declared outage, we were to fix it.) That lasted for 2-3 weeks, depending on the area. Then we still had restrictions for quite a while longer.
Later, I kept thinking of December 7, 1941. How the people must have been glued to the radio. They must have had the same hollow feeling. I wasn't sure if it was worse watching it live on TV, unfolding before our eyes, or hearing such devastating news, but not having any pictures until tomorrow's paper was delivered. But then you saw the soft, blur of the black & white picture in the news paper, the only way they could print on the news papers then.
Tomorrow, I hope to be enjoying a family reunion with my mother's family in WV. Most of which are still living in that small town of Wayne. Or OW, for 'Out Wayne' . So if you are ever driving down the road and see a little white, oval sticker with the letters 'OW' on it, you will know they have been 'Out Wayne'.
