Crash.

Three years ago today, I woke up, turned on the radio, and heard that all bridges and tunnels in and out of the city were closed. It was the same condition imposed on the city that took place two months earlier after the towers came down. I’m not sure, but my next step may have been to look out my kitchen window to see if the Empire State Building was still where I remembered it.

It turned out it was just a regular old plane crash out in Brooklyn. A regular old plane crash. Did any of us ever think we would be looking at a plane crash that way? It was the second worst plane disaster in US history. Right now, people are standing out in the rain, on the spot of the crash, in remembrance.