I have an awful lot of friends and relations in DC. I can think of reasons why most of them were unlikely to be on the trains that crashed, but still….
And even at best, it just means that, as Jo Walton wrote, “the dead were someone else’s friends, not mine.
Joe was on the train, but he was in the last car of the striking train so he was not hurt. Shaken up a bit, but unhurt.
luckily, we were out of town at the clearwater festival.
just got back last night and probably won’t know if
any of our circle of friends were involved til monday.
(a bunch live at the next station north)