Of airplanes and visitors and airplanes crashing into homes
The Friday morning Southwest flight into San Diego was only one-third full and the noon flight home Monday was equally sparse. Somehow, the absense of a line at an airport Starbucks in the early morning showed me how bleak the travel numbers really are.
There was one bit of anxiety. At 11:10 a.m. at the San Diego airport, the emergency alarm went off and everyone was ordered out of the airport.
Well-trained, I called a high-ranking muckety muck at the San Diego Union-Tribune, in case it was a real newsworthy problem. It wasn’t. It was a faulty fire alarm. But we didn’t know that. Suddenly I saw a busload of Marines. Two Marines were carrying empty cake carriers, an odd sight to behold. I realized they were travelers like me, arriving instead of leaving.
But as travelers were going back into the airport around noon, there was a real problem, the crash of a military jet into a neighborhood, killing four people from the same family.
Later, watching the man who had lost his wife, mother-in-law and two children say he forgave the Marine pilot whose plane crashed into his home, I asked myself: Would I be that gracious?
It’s worth watching.
Also, there's the news video from the day of the crash:
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