If you would like on or off this low volume I see my hands' life story ping list then please email me. When we were twelve years old my friends and I were cutting through the golf course (golf course at lower left, crash area at push pin A) and saw a plane in the distance falling from the sky in a steep spiral. It passed behind some trees. A few minutes later we saw another small plane, assumed it was the same one and that it "must have pulled out."
It wasn't until I got home until I realized there were two planes and the first crashed on my street, four houses down from my own. My father, a fire fighter on duty that day, received the 9/11 call and was not given an address, just the street and block.. his own. Da da dahhh!
It was a Cessna, the pilot and his sole passenger were killed instantly. (RIP guys.) No one on ground was injured. Moderate property damage to this house and its detached garage.
For many years I would use this story to score chicks.
