Oh dear... As I type this, the Beautiful Witch is looking over my shoulder. We both have goosebumps.
D'ysee I still have the Boarding Pass for Air Florida 90. Here's the story:
I'd been on the road for a week with my team. At 2:30 we were in the bar at the airplane patch, drinking hot toddys while waiting for my flight boarding call. I was going home, and the other two guys were going to Neenah, Wisconsin (brrrrr).
They wanted me to extend my travel for a coupla more days and pile on with them up to the North Pole area. No way, sez I.
They wheedled unmercifully, even buying me two extra hot toddys. Finally beat me down to a coin toss. Heads I go home, tails I go to Wisconsin.
I did the flipping. I lost. I called Herself to tell her three more days in Winter Wonderland. As I was talking to her at 4:00 PM, Air Florida 90 took off and smacked into the Potomac.
It still gives me creeps (her too, she sez) that I was not aboard. Most folks died. Lookit: