Ominous is the right word, but it didn’t seem to accurately encapsulate the feeling of dread that filled my stomach when I saw the black smoke floating through the air. It was sinister in nature. The smoke did not billow and fly to the heavens. It hung over the middle of Louisville until it covered the entire city.
Like the smoke, the UPS plane crash touched every corner of the city of Louisville on Tuesday night.
Selfishly, my concerns came first. I live a mile from the airport, if that. The sound of planes from the UPS Worldport consistently echoes through my neighborhood, and on days when the air is particularly thin, my windows rattle as I work.