Thursday, February 05, 2009
plane crash
Like an idiot, I locked myself out of the house that day. It was fifteen minutes before I had to be in front of a class teaching. I locked my car keys inside the house as well. It was about five degrees outside, with a wind chill well below zero, and one of the coldest days of the winter. I was wearing thin dress slacks, thin dress socks and wingtip-like shoes, which are not known for warmth.
I ran next door to my neighbor's house. Fortunately, she was home, and was able to take me in to school. I was only five minutes late. Not great, but not awful, either.
After class, I took the campus bus out to the road where the regular bus comes and waited in the frozen bus stop for a long time. The busses only run about every 45 minutes at that time of day, due to cuts. I was really cold by the time it finally arrived. I rode it down to the closest stop to my house--probably only a half mile away, if that, and jumped off and started to walk home.
Have I mentioned that I do not do well in the cold? I was really not dressed for the weather and by the time I had walked for only a few minutes, I was well into frozen, and by the time I had walked just a little more, I had started to hallucinate.
What did I see? Crazy stuff, sky and the bright sun, a myriad of people's faces, people riding on a plane, and then a shot of the plane flying, and then landing in the water, somewhere cold. It didn't go under, though, and soon there were people climbing out onto the wing.
Finally I got home and wrapped myself up in blankets and drank tea until feeling returned to my extremities.
Later that night, I told my roommate I "saw" this plane go down. He asked me details, I told him what I just wrote here, and then he tells me that one just went down into the Hudson River.
Ok. One for the Magnet.
I ran next door to my neighbor's house. Fortunately, she was home, and was able to take me in to school. I was only five minutes late. Not great, but not awful, either.
After class, I took the campus bus out to the road where the regular bus comes and waited in the frozen bus stop for a long time. The busses only run about every 45 minutes at that time of day, due to cuts. I was really cold by the time it finally arrived. I rode it down to the closest stop to my house--probably only a half mile away, if that, and jumped off and started to walk home.
Have I mentioned that I do not do well in the cold? I was really not dressed for the weather and by the time I had walked for only a few minutes, I was well into frozen, and by the time I had walked just a little more, I had started to hallucinate.
What did I see? Crazy stuff, sky and the bright sun, a myriad of people's faces, people riding on a plane, and then a shot of the plane flying, and then landing in the water, somewhere cold. It didn't go under, though, and soon there were people climbing out onto the wing.
Finally I got home and wrapped myself up in blankets and drank tea until feeling returned to my extremities.
Later that night, I told my roommate I "saw" this plane go down. He asked me details, I told him what I just wrote here, and then he tells me that one just went down into the Hudson River.
Ok. One for the Magnet.
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