I've been busy (yes, stranger things have happened, get a grip of yourselves people!) so I missed Friday being the 20th anniversary of the crash of Flight 587 in Belle Harbor, Queens:
Everyone on the flight — in which about 90 percent of the passengers
were of Dominican descent — died in the horrific crash. Five people were
killed on the ground.
The tragedy was the second deadliest aviation accident in U.S. history.
Flight 587′s pilot and the first officer failed to control the jet as it flew into turbulence from the wake of a larger plane that took off just before it, the National Transportation Safety Board determined.
The Airbus plane’s tail and engines snapped off, causing it to slam into the residential neighborhood just across Jamaica Bay from the airport.
What's crazy is had it not been Veteran's Day, due to the exact time of morning and the location of the block of houses the plane crashed into, I would have been walking on that very block on my way to work at that very time and, at best, would have only witnessed an incredibly horrible plane crash. But, since it was a holiday, I was home that morning.
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