Jet falling out of the sky was not on my bingo card for this year. It was eerie and surreal, between the fire and smoke and not being able to really do much of anything. Before I picked up a camera I used to deliver pizzas, the area where it hit was one I know well from that time, pretty sure I've been to most if not all the businesses back in there. It's also one of those 'sacrificial' areas of the city, where they put all the stuff nobody wants in their neighborhoods, recycling and car scrapyards and whatnot. If the plane had made it just a few hundred meters more it would have hit the city landfill, and that's a smell that I don't even want to contemplate.

As terrible as it is, it could have been so much worse, which I suppose is some small consolation. Definitely made me much more cognizant of how close I live to the airport.