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As many of you know I was scheduled for Pan Am 105 on the date of the Lockerbie bombing. About a month before the flight, my boss told me I had to change it so I paid a $75 charge and took the same flight the next day.
Because my connecting flight left Brussels at 0600, I wasn't surprised that I couldn't get a newspaper. I was shocked they were all out of newspapers in London when I tried to get one. You can imagine my surprise when I had an entire row to myself, so I could stretch out and sleep on a trans-Atlantic flight only a day or two before Christmas. Seriously, the plane was nearly empty.
It wasn't until I landed in Boston, after changing planes again in New York, that I found out what had happened. My parents and sister knew that I hoped to change my flight back to the earlier day, if it were possible, and, in those pre-internet days, no one knew who had been on the flight and who hadn't. The manifest wasn't released for several more days. Their being at the airport was an act of faith.
I'm not certain how I feel about a sick man being released from prison to die. I'm against the death penalty, but dying of cancer in prison doesn't count as that.
Part of me says a show of compassion may help the West in the eyes of the terrorists. But part of me knows 259 people had their bodies ripped apart in mid-air because of this man's actions, and it seems unjust that he should spend his last days in freedom.
Because my connecting flight left Brussels at 0600, I wasn't surprised that I couldn't get a newspaper. I was shocked they were all out of newspapers in London when I tried to get one. You can imagine my surprise when I had an entire row to myself, so I could stretch out and sleep on a trans-Atlantic flight only a day or two before Christmas. Seriously, the plane was nearly empty.
It wasn't until I landed in Boston, after changing planes again in New York, that I found out what had happened. My parents and sister knew that I hoped to change my flight back to the earlier day, if it were possible, and, in those pre-internet days, no one knew who had been on the flight and who hadn't. The manifest wasn't released for several more days. Their being at the airport was an act of faith.
I'm not certain how I feel about a sick man being released from prison to die. I'm against the death penalty, but dying of cancer in prison doesn't count as that.
Part of me says a show of compassion may help the West in the eyes of the terrorists. But part of me knows 259 people had their bodies ripped apart in mid-air because of this man's actions, and it seems unjust that he should spend his last days in freedom.
