It's totally freakish to wake up on the morning you're about to leave on an eigth hour international flight, to find out plane has crashed in the city of ultimate destination.
I'm in Singapore now. I will be for the next week or two and then back to NYC via Sydney. I kept reiterating "the safest time to fly - statistically - is just after a crash."
Isn't it?
I was horrified for those in New York. What a nightmare. Such an extension and amplification of the grief from 9/11.
