I can't sleep. A plane crashed in my hometown tonight, six miles from my house. All 44 passengers and 4 crew members were killed, plus one person on the ground. News reports keep mentioning the nearby fire hall, where we all used to park when we hung out across the street at my friend's house. And now I'm reading dozens of Facebook status updates, people counting the miles. Seeing smoke. Praying.
It's all so surreal.