What I will say is that 11 years ago tonight, 230 people lost their lives in a horrendous crash, one that I remember well and followed in the paper for weeks. Maybe it is my proximity to NYC, but this crash hit me harder than most, especially because I had just completed a transatlantic trip a few weeks before.
July 17th, 1996, was a hot, muggy day in the Northeast; it was what I think of when I think of warm summer evenings. In the days before incessant delays at JFK, N93119 headed up into the skies an hour late at about 8:25PM (due to a technical issue). Just minutes later, in the late evening haze and dwindling daylight, the aircraft tragically returned to Earth in millions of pieces. In little more than the time it takes to read this sentence, 230 fine people were taken from us; hundreds of other lives were affected forever.
R.I.P TWA Flight 800.
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