so. this morning, in austin, and on my drive to work, there was a plane crash. it’s a terrible story.
at the time of the crash, while driving north on 183, i was paying attention to a plume of smoke to my right, which turned out to be the pilot’s house on fire. a moment later, my eyes began to burn and water and i could not keep them open. my music was playing loud. i heard nothing. but i was 1/4 mile from the crash site. eyes still watery, i found out what had happened about 10 minutes later.
i’m telling all this for friends and family who wonder if i’m ok, if i saw anything, if i work near the site.
i’m slackjawed, in shock, and sad, but i am fine, as is everyone else i know.