It’s hard for me to believe that it has been ten years since TWA Flight 800 went down over Long Island Sound. I was living in New York then, and I remember how hot that evening was. And I still remember the sickening feeling when I turned on the television and saw the first reports of the crash.

I remember thinking at the time, “It was just out there — in the sky” — not too far from where I was — as I stood and listened to the drone of the newscasts.

Terrible night. Terrible, terrible night.