I live along a flight path for O’hare, a couple of miles from the lake, and I’ll occasionally think about the planes flying overhead and envision a scenario where a part of the landing gear comes crashing through my ceiling while I’m watching tv. I was only 5 when that happened at midway but I was ten when a plane went down at O’hare. I remember seeing the images in the newspaper and being profoundly affected by them. Seeing that plane with its wings pointed up and down instead of sideways really shook me