It's been a day full of worry and consternation. Yesterday, a German airplane crashed into a mountain in the French Alps and was obliterated. The co-pilot locked the pilot out and deliberately reset the autopilot to take the plane from 38,000 to 96 feet. One hundred fifty people were killed. Today, Evan flew from Paris to Venice over the Alps. I know the event would not be repeated, but still I worried till we knew he was safe.
Just a block from Matt's apartment in the East Village, an explosion from a gas leak caused two buildings to collapse and and the fire spread to neighboring buildings. Twenty people were injured.
Last night, my sister and her daughter's family hid under the stairs during the tornado warning in Tulsa. Fortunately, the twister did not hit their neighborhood, but it did a lot of damage in the nearby community of Moore which was devastated two years ago. There are no basements or shelters for homes. They just hide in closets and bathrooms. Crazy.
We live in a protected, secure bubble here in Fredonia, until we don't.
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