In a moment of mayhem

This was happening simultaneously with the TV coverage of the crash in DC.  

The TV was on in the "I'm not really watching" mode, sounds off, when I got a call from the neighbor across the street. 

Our elderly neighbor had called her because she was having trouble breathing. Smart gal, she called the closest neighbor who could respond the quickest. They called me for input and we concurred that EMS was needed. The lights were enough. No sirens. I need a window cleaner. 

 I won't tell you the awful thoughts I had when I learned the crash was in DC, but here, have one. Like, maybe the Shitweasel decided he could fly Airforce 1 himself and laid off the crew. 

 I've been through that airport and had forced layovers there in the past. The congestion on the ground and in the air. Hellish. Crazed. Luggage losing, no matter what airline you flew. I wonder if they still have the People Movers? When I saw one wallowing across the tarmac to the plane I thought it was a joke.

The immediate sadness is for the families of the lost. Those who perished are out of the game. Grief will ripple. A friend and family member is a retired Blackhawk pilot. Chances are, he knew the trainers who died.