Wordless and worried

Bad coincidences always make my stomach flip over. And I have to believe that is all this is. A Bad Coincidence.

You know, on September 11th, my friend Beth was flying back from LA. Her husband lives there. She was stranded in Cleveland and ended up hitching a ride back to South Carolina in a rented car with three elderly folks on their way to Florida.

This morning, Beth is en route back from LA. She was visiting her husband again and was due in here early this afternoon. I don’t know where she is now.

But if it is a bad coincidence, they won’t shut down al the airports, will they?

Hopefully by this afternoon, Beth will be back and the nation will feel a little more at ease. It seems horrible to think that the nation will feel better that 200-some people died as a result of an accident instead of terrorism. But I don’t know how to rectify that in my head.

So, I’ll leave it at that.