Archive for June, 2018
When I was nineteen, I lived at home with my parents. I had just started working a new job. I was exhausted one night so I went to bed early. Somewhere around one in the morning, I heard a shot gun blast and saw the blinding flash. To my amazement, I found myself in a wooded area that I was not familiar with. There were three or four men running frantically around in the darkness. I didn’t know who they were. I followed the men who stopped near a motionless body that lay on the ground.
Back in 1963, about a month after my twentieth birthday, there was a plane crash. TCA flight 831 crashed about twenty miles north of Montreal, in the St. Therese de Blainville area, at 18:33 hours. I lived with my family about thirty miles from the crash site, and had been in a dead sleep at the time.