Stacy Horn

A friend sent me a link to an AM Law Daily interview  of a lawyer who was on Flight 1549, the plane that landed on the Hudson.

It goes into more detail about what it was like inside, and man oh man. Scarier than I thought, and I already thought it was scary.  It kills me how he got right back on another plane.  And he was so no-nonsense about it.

Some people are so resilient.

This is a picture of the B-25 bomber that crashed into the Empire State Building on the morning of July 28, 1945.  They got lost in the fog apparently, and went lower to where it was clear and this is the result. 14 people died. The description I read here sounds so 9/11 and so sad. The part about Joe Fountain:

“The plane exploded within the building. There were five or six seconds—I was tottering on my feet trying to keep my balance—and three-quarters of the office was instantaneously consumed in this sheet of flame. One man was standing inside the flame. I could see him. It was a co-worker, Joe Fountain. His whole body was on fire. I kept calling to him, ‘Come on, Joe; come on, Joe.’ He walked out of it.”

But died several days later.

Oh wow.  I’m reading one of the forums on the Empire State Building website and picking up some fascinating tidbits like:

“My mother worked for the University of California at the time of the plane crash. They were on the 67th floor (I think) and under tight security as this was an R & D office for the Manhattan Project (atomic bomb). They thought they were personally under attack because of their work and were rushed out, with everyone else, by what was then the Secret Service. Everyone working in the offices had top secret clearance. She saw parts of the plane drop from above into a flower shop down below. According to what she heard at the time the plane was NOT off course but simply on a joy ride to tour manhattan when they got lost in the fog.”

There are more posts from relatives of people who were there, including relatives of Joe Fountain.

God I love the internet.

As I say in the description on YouTube, I sound exactly like Chad/cwdressen talking to Ramsey and Pablo. (I apologize to Jim Tucker. That’s your book Buddy was eating.)

I had lunch today with some former Echo employees (and our friend Kevin).  That’s Josh and Kevin in the front, and Andi and Sue in the back!  Green is a flattering backdrop, I think.  Those were fun days and I love that we keep in touch.

In other news: I sent a panicked email to our choir director—our poor choir director, there’s like over 125 of us, can you imagine??  But he sent me reassuring email back so I feel better.

Recorded and still to watch:  The Mentalist, Antiques Roadshow, House, CSI: Miami, True Beauty, two Daily Shows, Fringe and then what’s coming tonight: Lost, Criminal Minds, American Idol and another Daily Show.  How do people with lives manage??

Here’s a picture I took coming back from the dentist (shudder) the other day.  I seem to love getting traffic lights in the shot.  Where was I?  I think I was on Broadway, facing Canal Street.

First, I want to say after that day of bliss I went to choir practice and had a discouraging night. We’re going to do Beethoven’s Missa solemnis, and I didn’t work on it before practice as I usually do, which I don’t think really would have helped much.

This is a very hard piece. VERY hard. And particularly for sopranos. In addition to being a tricky piece, Beethoven keeps us up in the stratosphere through-out. The thing is, usually that’s not a problem. Sopranos love being in the stratosphere. What can I say, it’s where we get to show off! But for some reason being there in this piece hurts. My throat aches and a few times just clenched and gave up.  I don’t know why. Our director seems to be aware of this danger and to his credit is paying particular attention to us, having us sing our part an octave down at times to give us a rest, but I’m clearly doing something wrong, tensing up in some way, but I don’t know how exactly or more importantly, how to stop.

Back to happiness.  Eventually this is going to feel normal and I will stop tearing up or feeling waves of joy, but I am still so elated this guy is our president.  Every move he makes, even if I don’t agree, is thoughtful, smart, and has heart.  His inauguration speech indicated once again he knows what needs to be accomplished. And like many others, I think he can pull it off.  I adore Michelle Obama. Honestly, I think she could have been president too.

But what I wanted to say is, I heard on the news that Obama would work out as usual before starting his day today.  This is why I’m not president.  I will take the slightest excuse to take a day off.  It really doesn’t take much.  In fact, I’m thinking of taking the day off today because I finished an article I’m working on a few minutes ago.  And that is after taking the day off yesterday to fully enjoy the inauguration.

After a day like yesterday, followed by seven hours of ball-attendance I read, so he can only be going on a couple of hours of sleep, he’s going to get up and go to the gym??