I got a lot of calls, texts, and emails from friends and even some family members yesterday who know that I travel back and forth to North Carolina often, and were worried that I might have been on the US Airways plane that was en route to Charlotte but had to ditch in the Hudson River shortly after takeoff. How lucky were those passengers that the captain at the controls of the Airbus was, among other things, a certified glider pilot instructor? I mean, talk about being in the right place at the right time... he, and the flight crew, are absolute heroes.
Y'all are lovely folks; thank you for your concern. For the record, we travel between NYC-area airports (LGA, JFK, EWR) and RDU typically on American, Continental or JetBlue.
We are all fine, except for everyday annoyances; a localized (area of a couple of blocks) broadband outage last night rendered us temporarily Amish, at least Internet-wise; all I had for connectivity was the iPhone.
And this morning, we woke up to a plumbing leak through the ceiling - apparently a pipe burst in the apartment directly above us.
Just minor annoyances in the grand scheme of things - nothing, compared to going for a brief swim in the Hudson when it's 11 degrees outside.