North Escambia Students Named As FBLA District Officers
September 12, 2011
Officers have been named for the Future Business Leaders of America (FBLA) District One, including several North Escambia students:
FBLA District One Officers are:
- Elizabeth Wright, President – Northview High School
- Latesa Jones, Vice President – Pensacola High School
- Brandon Robinson, Vice President – Pine Forest High School
- Kyeria Adams, Secretary – Pine Forest High School
- Victoria Wright, Reporter – Northview High School
- Katie Nelson, Historian – West Florida High School
- Kasie Braun, Parliamentarian – Northview High School
- Angel Mitchell, Treasurer — Booker T. Washington High School
- Eliza Jones, Webmaster — Gulf Breeze High School
NHS JV Takes On Atmore Tonight
September 12, 2011
The Northview High School Junior Varsity Chiefs will look for win number two tonight. The Chiefs will head up to Atmore to take on Escambia County High School at 6:30.
Last week, the Chiefs beat the WFHS Jaguars 30-16 in Pensacola.
For more photos from last week’s game, click here.
Pictured: The JV Northview Chiefs defeated West Florida High last week in Pensacola. Submitted photos by Chris Edwards for NorthEscambia.com, click to enlarge.
Alzheimer’s Support Group To Meet
September 12, 2011
Alzheimer’s Family Services provides monthly support groups for family members or friends coping with a loved one with Alzheimer’s disease. A support group will be held at 10 a.m. on Wednesday at Century United Methodist Church at 530 Church Street. The support group is free and respite care is available.
Support groups are a means for caregivers and others interested in learning more about Alzheimer’s disease to exchange ideas, gather information and discuss their concerns with others who are dealing or have dealt with the same issues. To register for this support group or for additional information, call (850) 478-7790 or visit www.AlzFamServ.org.
Benny A. McGhee
September 12, 2011
Benny A. McGhee, age 72 of Atmore, passed away Friday, September 9, 2011, at his residence. He was retired from AT&T with 29 years of service. He was born in Escambia County to the late Adam and Carlie Dee McGhee Daughtry, and he served in the United States Army.
He was preceded in death by four brothers, Houston Daughtry, Frank Jackson, Gerald Jackson and Lester Dalrymple; andone sister, Doris Daughtry McGhee.
He is survived by his wife, Mary Morris McGhee of Atmore; one son, Roger Adam McGhee and wife, Althea of Robertsdale; two daughters, Janet McGhee Rodriguez and husband, Chris, Carla McGhee Hammonds and husband Andy, all of Atmore; 10 grandchildren, Gia Rodriguez, Devin Rodriguez, Brittany Rodriguez, Tori Rodriguez, Coley McGhee, Brooke McGhee, Shawna Montgomery, Tristan Montgomery, McKenna Pettis, and Seth Hammonds; four great-grandchildren, Kamryn and Kylee Johnson, Mya & Layla Pettway; 10 brothers, Charles Daughtry, Leon McGhee(Ere), Levon McGhee, John Lloyd Dalrymple (Alice), Thomas Dalrymple, Billy Jo Carlton, Johnny Carlton, Tommy Carlton (Louise), Jimmy Wayne Carlton (Janice), Clarence Carlton (Janet); six sisters: Ellen O’Barr (Joe), Emily Owens (A.D), Essie Lee Wilkinson, Sara Dalrymple (Danny Bauer), Mable St. Germain, Pat White (Wayne).
Funeral services were be held Monday September 12, 2011, at 2 p.m. from Atmore Memorial Chapel Funeral Home with Bro. Ray Ward and Bro. Leon McGhee officiating. Interment followed in New Home Cemetery, at Poarch, Ala.
Johnson Quimby and Atmore Memorial Chapel Funeral Home in charge of all arrangements.
Rayford D. “Ray” Womack
September 12, 2011
Rayford D. “Ray” Womack, 64 of Huxford, died Sunday September 11, 2011, in Pensacola
He worked for Huxford Pole and Timber. He was born in Goodway, AL on September 24, 1946, to the late Ralph and Pauline Burkett Womack. He was a diehard Alabama fan and was known as “Bama Gator” and his grandchildren called him “Ray Pop”.
He is survived by his wife, Donna Womack of Huxford; four daughters, Deena Sprague and husband, Jamie of Milton, Melanie Luker and husband Jeff of Uriah, Holly Shipp and husband Michael of Brewton,and Brandi Womack of Huxford; two sisters, Anna Sue Rhodey of Mobile and Sharon Crook and husband Curtis of Atmore; two brothers, Joe Womack of Excel, AL, and Ronnie Womack of Hoover, AL; seven grandchildren, Shane Sprague, Savannah Sprague both of Milton, Shae Blackwell, Jess Blackwell both of Uriah, Landon Shipp, Cullen Shipp both of Brewton, Kendal Womack of Huxford; and one great-grandchild, Madison Sprague of Milton.
Graveside services will be Wednesday September 14, 2011, at 11:30 a.m. in Huxford Baptist Cemetery in Huxford, AL, with Pastor Richard Daniels officiating. Active pallbearers will be Jeff Luker, Shane Sprague, Buddy Godwin, Gerald Parmer, Michael Shipp and Buster Ardis.
Family will receive friends Wednesday September 14, 2011, at Johnson-Quimby Funeral Home in Atmore from 10-11 a.m.
In lieu of flowers, Donations can be made to the family for medical expenses.
Johnson-Quimby Funeral Home in Atmore is in charge of all arrangements.
Photos: Hero’s Welcome As Soldier Returns From Afghanistan
September 11, 2011
A large crowded turned out in Flomaton Saturday morning with a hero’s welcome for a local soldier returning from Afghanistan.
All along Highway 113 and Highway 31, Chris Burnham was greeted by well wishers as he arrived home following six months in Afghanistan in the Air Force Reserves. The Master Sergeant has been in the service for 19 years — four years active service and 15 in the reserves.
“Thank you to everyone that came out today,” Burnham said. “It meant so much to me and my family to have everyone there.”
For a photo gallery, click here.
Pictured above and below: Master Sergeant Chris Burnham (seen in the middle photo in black) returned home from Afghanistan to Flomaton Saturday morning. Photos by Katie Findley for NorthEscambia.com, click to enlarge.
9/11 In His Own Words: Inside The Pentagon – Come September Morning
September 11, 2011
Steve Vanderwerff, who currently serves as public affairs action officer for Naval Education and Training Command in Pensacola, was inside the Pentagon on September 11, 2001 — less than 100 yards around the corner from the crash site in his new office. Less than a week before, his office had been located in the strike zone.
Vanderwerff describes, in his own words, that September morning….
My decision to join the Navy was solely based on my sense of adventure. The Navy’s ad from my childhood, “It’s not just a job it’s an adventure,” truly struck home. I envisioned myself a bell-bottomed, Dixie-cup wearing sailor right out of the movie “Mr. Roberts.” Ah the sweet pleasure of sailing the seven seas doing the hula-hula, late night pub crawls in Hong Kong, collecting an armful of tattoos and chasing after Thai girls and beer while being paid. So I enlisted. It was 1988. All has come true except for the tattoos.
The years flew by, a tour on USS Carl Vinson – the Navy’s Golden Eagle, two tours with Pacific Fleet Combat Camera, surviving SERE School, graduating from Syracuse University’s DoD film school, a science expedition to the North Pole; and a tour with the Blue Angels as their backseat aerial photographer pulling a lot of G’s. I was operating on maximum overdrive, high on adrenaline. The ad had come true. It wasn’t just a job it was indeed an adventure. Little did I know that I had yet to experience the adventure of a lifetime, one that was life altering, made me grow-up and come to fully realize what it means to serve my country in the United States Navy.
After my tour with the Blue Angels I was detailed to the Pentagon. I had heatedly disagreed with my detailer’s decision. Taking a Secretary of Defense staff assignment at the Joint Combat Camera Center (JCCC) didn’t exactly register very high on my fun meter. Driving a desk, supporting Com Cam policy and supervising the reception of imagery from forward deployed combat camera teams isn’t exactly how I had ever envisioned myself. Damn it, I was an operator! The likelihood or remote possibility of me running into something fun and adventurous like arm-wrestling Bolivian Blow Dart Peddlers or fire walking with Tahitian Mai Tai Jugglers while stationed in DC was slim-to-none. Didn’t he have something for me, like pulling G’s in a fast-mover (I could fill volumes about how to prevent power puking inside the cockpit)? Or what about breaking through the Arctic’s polar cap in a nuclear powered fast attack submarine and standing guard against polar bear attack as I had in the past? I’m not exactly sure if a polar bear attack on a US Submariner constitutes an act of war, if so who owns the polar cap? If he wouldn’t send me to any of the above, how about something a bit more cerebral like me hitting a foreign beach armed to the teeth with Kevlar wearing Marines or maybe photographing Navy SEAL’s in revved up low-altitude fast moving helos moving in and out of hostile territory? I had always been a big fan of that sort of action. He said no to all. It was time for me to take a seat at a desk and help others do what I wanted to do.
And so on a hot muggy day I checked in. It was August 2001. The Pentagon buzzed like a beehive. I was impressed by all of military’s, “Heavy Hitters” that walked the halls. There was a lot to learn, especially working with the other service branches. What was there not to like? The world appeared to be at peace. I was stationed in our nation’s capitol. I had a large cubicle, and my own computer with super fast T-line connections. A Starbucks was conveniently located one floor below. Best of all, I would be home every night for the next three years to annoy my wife and kids. My first month flew by moving JCCC into the Pentagon’s newly renovated wing.
On a sunny, Tuesday morning I arrived at work. It was September 11, 2001. It was a little after nine a.m. when I got to work. My wife Dayle, was flying back home that day from attending a funeral in the mid-west. I was getting in late because I had to drop my kids off at school; playing the role of soccer mom somewhat new to me. My officer in charge was attending a conference in Norfolk, Va. and my operations chief was at a meeting down the road in Alexandria. When I got to the office everybody was huddled around the TV. The news was reporting that a plane had crashed into one of New York’s Twin Towers.
I stood flabbergasted as the tragedy unfolded. To my disbelief a second jet slammed into the Twin Towers. My memory is a bit fuzzy of what happened next, but as I recall, soon afterwards the Pentagon shuddered and shook. My co-workers and I looked at each other not sure of what had just happened. That sure seemed like one helluva sonic-boom I thought to myself. Having come from the “Blues” my mind still operated in the aviation world of thinking. The phone rang. I answered it. It was one of my guys who, was off for the day at home just across the Anacostia River at Bolling Air Force Base. He asked me if we had just been attacked. I said “is that what that was?” I said I wasn’t sure, there were no alarms going off. He said he thought so because looking from his back yard black smoke was pouring out of the Pentagon. Someone went out to investigate. They quickly came back. All they said was, “We gotta go.”
Smoke filled halls were filled with people making their way towards exits. The murmur of voices and shuffling feet was all that could be heard. No one had a clue to what had just happened. The idea of a passenger plane hijacked by terrorists and crashing into the Pentagon was as remote a possibility as Arnold Schwarzenegger becoming the governor of California. Not exactly knowing what to think I made my way outside. Once outside I saw thick black smoke rising from the building. I thought that maybe construction workers working on the renovation might have hit a gas main. All sorts of thoughts ran through my head as hordes of dazed and confused people continued to pour into the daylight. Seeking information I went to my car and turned on the radio to listen to the news. I sat stunned not believing what I was hearing. Holy-moley I thought. We’ve been attacked by terrorists, same as the Twin Towers. My God there are people in the wreckage. I spend my entire career trying to get into the action and when I think that I’m away in the rear the action comes looking for me. I heard approaching sirens in the distance. Then it dawned on me. My wife was flying home that day. My mind raced with morbid fear. Is she safe? Has she got on the plane yet? In a fog I made my way to the pre-determined rally point. Once there I set my personal emotions aside. I had people to muster and account for. The rest of JCCC showed up. All were accounted for. Then security officers were yelling for everybody to leave the area because another attack was imminent. Mass hysteria hit the crowd. What the heck was going on? Like cockroaches scattering when the lights come on, civilians, military personnel, politicians and bungling bureaucrats ran for cover. Somehow we all ended up on the other side of Highway 395. I knew I wouldn’t be seeing my car for a long time. More worries filled my mind, thinking of how would I get home and who would pick-up and care for my kids? The second attack turned out to be a false alarm. I set aside my worries, I focused on the positive. My wife would be ok and I would figure out how to get home and take care of my children, but first I had my duty to fulfill. Once again I accounted for my personnel.
Fortunately several members had grabbed their cell phones. The airways were jammed, but after repeated attempts we were able to get a hold of my boss. He instructed us to get to the American Forces Information Services (AFIS) in Alexandria, where he currently was and where we would set up shop. There was imagery to get out to the world. The story needed to be told. Because none of us had access to our cars we made our way to the nearest metro station. I tried repeatedly, but couldn’t reach my wife. I was scared. Fortunately I was able to contact a neighbor who would pick my kids up from school. Once at AFIS we went into action setting up a temporary JCCC – still and video imagery started to come in. Sec Def wanted his imagery. Hours later after repeated attempts I finally was able to get a hold of my wife. She was safe. Her plane had been delayed because of the tragedy. She had spent her time desperately trying to get a hold of me, fearing for the worst – widow hood. I assured that her I was un-harmed and that the kids were safe with a neighbor. We cried for our good fortune and the mis-fortune of others. I thanked God for watching over me and my family. I had been less than a hundred yards around the corner from the crash site. Late that night in the safety of my home with my kids snug in bed I realized that a week earlier before moving into the newly renovated wing, JCCC had been located in the area of impact and that a few of my office mates and I would have been in the old office that morning to make sure we had moved everything, but had not because we had been watching the Twin Towers tragedy on TV. I sighed with relief. It had been a close call.
Years later, thinking about that bleak morning in September when all of America held its breath and our enemies cheered I give pause to reflect. Understanding, that on that day something awoke in me that had been missing in me, if not many others – service and sacrifice. I had spent my time in the Navy up until then thinking of what I could take or get out of the deal. My training, my many deployments, my wanting fun and adventure had always been about me. Sure, I had always been a good Sailor, but I had been driven by hubris and selfish desire. Not giving much thought to what it meant to serve my country. I was happy as long as I was able to collect a paycheck.
It didn’t happen overnight, but over the course of my tour at the Pentagon and supporting the “Global War on Terror” I found a new sense of purpose and energy. I worked long hours, determined to support the cause and give meaning to my duty. Gone were my days of thinking that being a Sailor meant being a sea going pirate, swashbuckling across the globe, with tales to spin and tell. People had died and would continue to do so without mine and every American’s full support to stop our enemies.
So when it was time for me to talk to my detailer about orders, I didn’t hesitate to ask for orders at the “tip of the spear” aboard a ship because that was where I was needed. My days of asking for fun and adventurous jobs seeking personal reward and glamour were over.
And so whenever I found myself on long arduous extended deployments while sailing in harms-way wondering why I had to be there and for what purpose I would think of all those who had gone before me and of their sacrifice and dedication to service.
I continued to serve with that sense of pride and purpose at follow-on duty stations, and continue to do so as a retired chief and civilian employee at Naval Education and Training Command, which develops the Navy’s workforce through education and training that builds personal, professional, and leadership skills.
When my time in the Navy, active duty and as a civilian, comes to a close I will be proud to say as President Kennedy so eloquently put,
“I can imagine no more rewarding a career. And any man who may be asked in this century what he did to make his life worthwhile, I think can respond with a good deal of pride and satisfaction:
“I served in the United States Navy”
Blog: Where Were You That September Morning?
September 11, 2011
September 11, 2001. It’s been 10 years.
Life, at least when that morning began, seemed good. I’ve always been a work at home dad, so I was home with my two girls. The youngest was almost four months old, and the oldest was approaching her fourth birthday. It was a normal morning. The little one was asleep, “fat and happy” as we used to say, after a morning bottle. The oldest was in the living room just a few feet from my office watching PBS Kids on the TV as I worked on a project for a client.
Then this arrived in my inbox:
Subject: CNN Breaking News
From: BreakingNews@CNN.COM
Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 08:52am– World trade center damaged; unconfirmed reports say a plane has
crashed into tower. Details to come.
I got up, walked to the living room and flipped the TV to CNN. They were talking about how a pilot could make such an error, hitting such a large building. They were speculating that it was just a small plane. But then as the TV news helicopters zoomed their cameras in closer, the anchors were beginning to notice what I had already thought….those holes the tower were to big to have been a small plane.
I called my wife at work in Atmore. She had seen the breaking news email, and had tried to visit the CNN website to see the story. If you remember trying to use the internet that morning, it was near impossible to get a news website to load; they were all overloaded. She was unable to see the pictures. I was describing what I saw on the TV to her.
I managed to grab a picture from CNN via my web server and then download and email it to her. We were speculating about how it could happen when the second one hit.
I remember saying “wait, hold on, wait…”. I told her what I just watched on the TV. The second plane had hit the other tower. We quickly decided that we were at war as the anchors on TV speculated again that perhaps there was a problem with some navigational system, causing jetliners on a beautiful, clear morning in New York to fly into some of the tallest structures in the world.
Another breaking news email arrived:
Subject: CNN Breaking News
From: BreakingNews@CNN.COM
Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 09:21am– Second plane crashes into World Trade Center.
She and I began to speculate ourselves that we were at war. What would we do? What should we do? What about the kids? It was not panic, understand, but just that protective momma and daddy instinct, I suppose. Prayer. That was a good idea. Maybe go to the bank and get out a little cash. That seemed like a good idea. How would you prep for a war on American soil? We were not sure.
I continued to relay information about what I was seeing on TV to my wife at work, who, in turn, would relay the information to her coworkers. They had a TV, but no cable service or antenna. They ended up fashioning a homemade antenna to see a fuzzy picture.
Meanwhile, the breaking news emails kept arriving…
Subject: CNN Breaking News
From: BreakingNews@CNN.COM
Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 09:32am– Sources tell CNN one of two planes that crashed into World Trade
Center was an American Airlines 767.
Subject: CNN Breaking News
From: BreakingNews@CNN.COM
Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 09:42am– President Bush calls plane crashes at World Trade Center a
terrorist act.
Subject: CNN Breaking News
From: BreakingNews@CNN.COM
Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 09:45am– Significant fire at the Pentagon. Details to come.
Subject: CNN Breaking News
From: BreakingNews@CNN.COM
Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 09:46am– White House evactuated. Details to come.
The Pentagon on fire? The White House evacuated? Notice that in CNN’s email they were in such a hurry that they misspelled “evacuated”. One sentence at a time, the situation became more grave.
Subject: CNN Breaking News
From: BreakingNews@CNN.COM
Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 09:55am– CNN confirms a plane hit the Pentagon
Subject: CNN Breaking News
From: BreakingNews@CNN.COM
Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 10:03am– One of World Trade Center towers collapses; fire forces
evacuation of State Department
Subject: CNN Breaking News
From: BreakingNews@CNN.COM
Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 10:30am– Second World Trade Center tower collapses in Manhattan
Over and over, we watched those towers collapse on TV, and we watched our Pentagon burn.
Our almost four year old asked a lot of questions. “Were people hurt? Did they need a Band-aid?” The magnitude of the event was lost on a four year old. Looking back at those first few hours, I think the magnitude of the event was lost on all of us.
Like many Americans, I sat glued to the TV that day, continuing to watch the video of the towers falling. Our almost four year old asked if another building fell down or if it was the same one. It was time to change the channel on the TV.
You might remember that many of the entertainment TV stations ran network news feeds. Others just simply ran screens about the day’s events. There was no USA network, no ESPN, no MTV. But on PBS, we found children’s programming at a time it was not normally on. For a little while, sitting in the living room floor holding my kids, the world stopped turning that September day, as we watched Big Bird and the Cookie Monster.
Country artist Alan Jackson later wrote a song “Where Were You When the World Stopped Turning?”.
Some of those lyrics:
Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day
Out in the yard with your wife and children
Working on some stage in LA
Did you stand there in shock at the site of
That black smoke rising against that blue sky
Did you shout out in anger
In fear for your neighbor
Or did you just sit down and cryDid you weep for the children
Who lost their dear loved ones
And pray for the ones who don’t know
Did you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble
And sob for the ones left belowBut I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith hope and love are some good things He gave us
And the greatest is love
Where where you when the world stopped turning that September day? Your comments are welcome below.
Century Man Recalls Flying On 9/11, Not Knowing Attacks Had Occurred
September 11, 2011
Ten years ago, Freddie McCall of Century and his son were preparing their small plane to fly to Texas. It was a major business decision for the McCalls…should they bid on a contract for the Texas company, or should they not? They knew that landing the contract for their company, Brewton Aviation, would mean hiring a new pilot or perhaps one of them moving to Texas. It would be a day that would change their lives. But little did they know how much the lives of all Americans were about to change that morning…September 11, 2001.
McCall flew out of the Brewton airport early that morning, headed for brief stops in Mobile and Baton Rouge before heading to Texas. Plans quickly changed, as the weather became too foggy to fly. The McCalls set their small plane down on a grassy strip near Jay to wait for the fog to burn off. They had no communications… no cellular phone and their radio was not turned on.
We all know the sequence of events that most people saw unfold on live television before our eyes. At 7:45 our time, a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center in New York. Television anchors were talking about the terrible accident, speculating how a pilot could make such a grave mistake. As millions watched the TV, a second plane hit the second Twin Tower at 8:03. We all knew…we were under attack.
But McCall and his son still had no idea of the horror unfolding in New York. A world away, the fog had lifted in Jay. They took off, flying under the level of airport radar, toward Mobile. Their biggest concern was still the trip to Texas and the business deal.
At 8:40 local time, the Federal Aviation Administration grounded all flights in the United States, for the first time in American history. Brewton Avation’s plane continued toward Mobile. They had no idea that they were flying in increasingly empty skies .
“Our big concern that day was the contract for our company in Texas,” McCall said. “I had thought long and hard about it, and we had prayed about it.”
As they approached Mobile, McCall contacted the Mobile Regional Airport to let them know they were approaching at about 500 feet, still below the level of the airport’s radar.
“A voice came back real prompt like and asked where we were,” he said. “They told us to fly directly to the airport and get that plane down as fast as we could.”
McCall and his son knew something was going on, but they had no idea what.
Upon landing in Mobile, the Brewton Aviation plane was met by authorities who told them to get anything out of the plane they ever wanted to see again. McCall said that he still did not know what was going on in New York, and by that point, at the Pentagon in Washington.
McCall and his son were escorted to a room that had a TV. They watched the replays of the towers being hit again and again.
They called their wives to get rides back home. Their plane was held by federal authorities for a week before it was released.
Post-9/11 business has changed in many ways for Brewton Aviation and McCall. Insurance is up 20 times what it was before the terrorist attacks. Flight plans are required by Homeland Security and the FAA.
“The Lord was good to us, increasing our contracts in other ways,” McCall said of his business, post-9/11. “We have kept our head above water, and we have survived.”
“And our country has survived; the Lord took care of all of us,” he said.
McCall now serves as mayor of Century.
9/11 Events Scheduled Across The Area
September 11, 2011
Events are scheduled across the area today to commemorate the tenth anniversary of the September 11, 2001, attacks on America.
Sunday
Cokesbury United Methodist Church at 5725 North 9th Avenue will present the concert “We Remember” on Sunday, September 11 at 5 p.m. Ticket prices are $15. The event will include the “God’s Grace” Chancel choir, the five-octave hand bell choir Jubilation, the Men’s Quartet, and a host of soloists and actions in a musical drama.
Christ Church Episcopal in downtown Pensacola will hold a 9/11 service. The church rector, Rev. Neal Goldsborough was a chaplain assigned to the Pentagon during 9/11 and deployed to Kuwait in support of the Iraq War. He will give a special presentation in addition to the regular church service.
The Pensacola Tea Party Patriots will hold a memorial service at 8 p.m. Sunday to honor those killed on 9-11 on the public sidewalk in front of University Mall on Davis Highway. Candles, crosses and U.S. flags will be handed out.
At Milton High School, the Santa Rosa County Firefighters’ Association will hold the “Santa Rosa County God and Country Rally – Restoring Faith in God, Country and Patriotism” at 3 p.m. Sunday. Speakers will include an occupant of the World Trade Center Tower 2; an occupant of the Pentagon; a Ground Zero first responder; national, state and local presenters, music and more.
In Brewton, there will be a 9/11 “We Believe” concert at 6 p.m. Sunday at the Jefferson Davis Community College Auditorium featuring combined choirs from the Brewton area and a full orchestra.
The Museum of Mobile opened the exhibit “Recovery: The World Trade Center Recovery Operation” Sunday, featuring artifacts from the World Trade Center.