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The flashbacks, the associations, were instantaneous and unavoidable. A plane crash in New York, of unknown cause, all passengers dead — when American Airlines Flight 587, bound for the Dominican Republic, plunged from the sky into a residential Queens neighborhood, the entire nation thought: Again? No — this was an ordinary air tragedy, born of a failure of machines, not the evils of men. But New York — and the airline industry — felt cruelly struck just the same. |
