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a near miss

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Meanwhile, back in Toronto, a friend witnessed a fatal airplane crash.

The plane crashed in the city itself, and he says it nearly hit him and a co-worker. As he tells it: My co-worker and I decided to go for lunch. We were almost there when we spotted a plane flying low towards us. Directly towards us as if it was going to crash right into us. At the last moment it nose dived into a building. I think the pilot knew what would happen if it crashed onto Woodbine Ave. and decided that ditching onto a roof top would cause less damage. All I can say is 6 lives to go, as I have used up three on other weird occasions.

Three good things that happened today:

1. My friend survived

2. No plane crashes near here (though I'm quite close to Haneda airport)

3. no fatalities in my environment at all