I can’t seem to let go of the story about the plane that crashed into that house in Clarence, NY a week ago last night. I was just watching a video of an interview with the co-pilot, Rebecca Shaw’s, family. She was just 25, and a beautiful young woman. I’ve also listened to the cockpit to tower recording, and her voice was pleasant, lilting.
I’ve always been obsessed with crashes, but why? The thing about this one that I hone in on is, did those people know? Did they know they were going to die? The out-of-control fall was for 26 seconds. Was that long enough to compute what was happening? God, I hope not, but I suspect it was.