Fuck is my favourite word. It begins like a whisper, it begins with the softest suggestion. Ffff, you begin, and we wonder where it’s going to go. Where will this magical world of a maybe lead us? There is no commitment in the beginning, there is no promise of an end. Sometimes, it trails off…
She is at war with herself about all the conflicting things she wants. She wants chaos and control. She wants adventure and safety. She wants to live in a city, have a busy life, lots of friends, a demanding career. She wants to live in the woods, write and be all alone. She wants to know…
On Saturday morning, July 28, 1945, the pilot of an B-25 bomber intending to land New York City’s LaGuardia Airport got disoriented in thick fog.
He ended up crashing the plane between the 78th and 80th floors of the Empire State Building, killing all of the plane’s crew and 11 workers inside the building. Dozens more were injured.
One of the wounded workers was elevator operator Betty Lou Oliver, who at the time of the crash was operating on the same levels. During rescue operations as she was being lowered down, the elevator’s cables snapped and she plummeted 75 stories into the building’s basement.
Nevertheless she was somehow able to survive and attained a Guinness World Record in the process for longest survived elevator fall.
Just two days later most of the building was open and running as usual for work on Monday.
