Most of you probably aren’t familiar with the Air Florida crash of January 1982. A plane crashed into an icy bridge in Washington D.C. and went into the Potomac River during a snow storm. There were five survivors, retrieved from the water by a pair of U.S. Park Police paramedics. My grandfather was one of those medics and is the man on the right in the above photograph. Gene Windsor stood on the skids of the helicopter to pull people out of the Potomac and was honored by President Reagan as a hero. We lost him on Sunday and paid our final respects to him this afternoon and, while this isn’t the most important aspect of who he was, I just wanted to honor him here on tumblr.
I love you, Pop.
Also, sorry for disappearing again. I’ve been on an emotional rollercoaster this month so it felt easier to just disappear into my rp blog.
The Beauty Is/The Beauty Is Reprise
"The Beauty Is" and its reprise have always reminded me of William Blake’s Songs of Innocence and of Experience. Incidentally, I was excused from my British Literature class to go the Broadway opening of Piazza.
"Dad was, is and always will be one of the kindest, most generous, gentlest souls I’ve ever known, and while there are few things I know for certain right now, one of them is that not just my world, but the entire world is forever a little darker, less colorful and less full of laughter in his absence. We’ll just have to work twice as hard to fill it back up again." - Zelda Williams
who cares about what kind of person michael brown was?
i don’t care if he was an angel. it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t matter because regardless of the type of person he was, he shouldn’t have been shot 10 times at point blank range.
his right to live and not be murdered by a power tripping cop is not something that changes depending on how good and respectable he was.
Perfect is very boring, and if you happen to have a different look, that’s a celebration of human nature, I think. If we were all symmetrical and perfect, life would be very dull.