I remember this crash very well. I hope I do not bore you with the following story, but here it goes anyway......
I was a college student at the time, living with my parents in Montreal, but was working in BC that summer. On the Thursday evening prior to the crash, a friend of my parents, Steve Simon, was at their house having a farewell dinner, as he was emigrating to the USA - leaving Sunday morning at 7 am, bound for Los Angeles, on Air Canada.
On that fateful Sunday morning, may parents awoke to the news that a DC-8 had crashed in Toronto, and a quick check revealed that it was indeed the 7 am flight from Montreal to LAX, with a scheduled stop at YYZ. My dad called Air Canada to see if Steve was actually on the plane, but they would not say until the next of kin is notified. They took my parents' phone number and promised to call back later.
They did indeed call back a few hours later, asking if my parents knew his next of kin. They gave them his brother's phone number in LA. Apparently, AC tried to call him, but as he had not heard of the accident, he was already on his way to the airport to pick Steve up. At LAX, the arrivals board did not have the flight listed, so his brother inquired at the counter -- they asked who he was looking for, and is he the next of kin, then they told him the bad news. Shortly after, AC called my parents in Montreal with the same news.
By the way, this was not the last AC fatal accident. A fire in a DC-9 comes to mind in the early 80's.
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