Check out this great site if you’ve got the stomach. It’s about as depressing as it gets:
Scrolling through pictures of the wreckage, all I hear in my head is this tune:
Saturday
November 9, 2024
Since 2002
"This ain't football. We do this every day."
--Earl Weaver
--Earl Weaver
I keep repressing the urge to grab a standby flight and, I dunno, stand on the subway platform and just be there. This feels like missing a funeral.
If this had happened 25 years ago, I -- with fewer responsibilities and even less perspective -- would probably have been there chained to something.
"chained to something" - damn, if only I'd thought of that a year ago . . .
ya know, I was having a perfectly nice night
I swing by the site every so often to check it out, thanks for the link Alex