The past few days have given us some absolutely surreal images, from the horror of the World Trade Centers collapsing to the empty streets of lower Manhattan. It all seems unreal.
The crash of the fourth plane in Somerset County, PA convinces me that I'm in the Twilight Zone right now. I'm from Pittsburgh, I work in the tallest office building in town. The flight path of the fourth plane took it right over Pittsburgh--in fact, dozens of people are now claiming that they saw the plane in question. Who knows.
When I heard that the plane had crashed in Somerset, I thought, "Huh, wonder if it was near Indian Lake"? My buddy's family owns a house on that lake, and for the last five or six years we've gone up there to wakeboard and go tubing and drink beer. It's out in the middle of nowhere, I mean, NOWHERE. It's beautiful country. I've been up there 3 times in the last 5 weeks, playing golf, playing in the water, drinking. Last time I went up I almost hit a deer on the drive in, found five deer cavorting in the trees behind the house, and then, after teeing off on the first hole of a golf outing, saw a doe and two fawn race across the fairway. It's absurdly beautiful and tranquil. The lake is so small a speedboat can motor around the whole thing in 15 minutes.
And now Indian Lake and the surrounding area will forever be linked, in some way, with the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. I'm still having trouble getting my mnd around it. Debris from the crash has been found all around the lake. The owner of the marina (who played in the golf outing I went to) was interviewed about the bits and pieces they've found at the docks. The wind was blowing toward the lake after the crash, and no doubt the lake itself is the final resting place for a tiny bit of the wreckage. It's so bizarre, I still don't believe it. Stranger than any fiction could be.
The black box from that plane was recovered today, but it's unknown if any information can be gleaned from it. I hope we do find out what happened. It looks like the passengers, having learned that they weren't going to be held as hostages, that instead they were riding in a flying bomb, attacked the hijackers and, in the course of the struggle, the plane crashed. If it had to crash, Thank God it crashed in an abandoned strip mine instead of the Capitol, or the White House. My friends and I will deal with the weirdness.
The crash of the fourth plane in Somerset County, PA convinces me that I'm in the Twilight Zone right now. I'm from Pittsburgh, I work in the tallest office building in town. The flight path of the fourth plane took it right over Pittsburgh--in fact, dozens of people are now claiming that they saw the plane in question. Who knows.
When I heard that the plane had crashed in Somerset, I thought, "Huh, wonder if it was near Indian Lake"? My buddy's family owns a house on that lake, and for the last five or six years we've gone up there to wakeboard and go tubing and drink beer. It's out in the middle of nowhere, I mean, NOWHERE. It's beautiful country. I've been up there 3 times in the last 5 weeks, playing golf, playing in the water, drinking. Last time I went up I almost hit a deer on the drive in, found five deer cavorting in the trees behind the house, and then, after teeing off on the first hole of a golf outing, saw a doe and two fawn race across the fairway. It's absurdly beautiful and tranquil. The lake is so small a speedboat can motor around the whole thing in 15 minutes.
And now Indian Lake and the surrounding area will forever be linked, in some way, with the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. I'm still having trouble getting my mnd around it. Debris from the crash has been found all around the lake. The owner of the marina (who played in the golf outing I went to) was interviewed about the bits and pieces they've found at the docks. The wind was blowing toward the lake after the crash, and no doubt the lake itself is the final resting place for a tiny bit of the wreckage. It's so bizarre, I still don't believe it. Stranger than any fiction could be.
The black box from that plane was recovered today, but it's unknown if any information can be gleaned from it. I hope we do find out what happened. It looks like the passengers, having learned that they weren't going to be held as hostages, that instead they were riding in a flying bomb, attacked the hijackers and, in the course of the struggle, the plane crashed. If it had to crash, Thank God it crashed in an abandoned strip mine instead of the Capitol, or the White House. My friends and I will deal with the weirdness.
