To Discover the Language of My Soul.....: Flight 11

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Flight 11

American Airlines Flight 11.

On September 11, 2001, American Airlines Flight 11 from Boston was hijacked in midair and flown into 1 World Trade Center North Tower at 8:46 a.m. It impacted between the 93rd and 99th floors of the North Tower, killing everyone onboard the plane instantly.

The impact of Flight 11 into the North Tower, with the silhouette of the plane clearly visible.

All 87 victims, flight crew and passengers- minus the hijackers- boarded Flight 11 with no idea that they would later crash into the North Tower not long after take off.

Included among the victims:

"I see water. I see buildings. I see buildings! We are flying low. We are flying very, very low. We are flying way too low. Oh my God we are flying way too low. Oh my God!"
- Amy Sweeney's last words to Michael Woodward, American Airlines Manager

Amy Sweeney wasn't supposed to work on September 11, 2001. She took an extra shift for an ill co-worker.

1960s actress Berry Berenson died on September 11, 2001. Her ex-husband, Anthony Perkins of Psycho fame, died on September 12, 1992. It's interesting that the actor and actress died one day and nine years apart.

Sara Low, a 28-year-old flight attendant, was no scheduled to work that fateful day.

The producer of Fraiser, Cheers and Wings, David Angell, was also killed on Flight 11, along with his wife. In a creepy twist, on an episode of Fraiser, filmed four years before 9/11, one of the characters arrives in Seattle on American Airlines Flight 11.

A screenshot of the impact of Flight 11 imploding as it hits the North Tower from the documentary 9/11.

The plane's impact into the North Tower killed all 92 on board, and several in the impact zone of floors 93 and 99.

Landing gear from American Airlines Flight 11 that landed at West and Rector Street.

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The Photograph in the Music Box

April 15, 1912

“They recovered two children that had been in first class. One was identified as Loraine Allison. The other was never identified.”

The RMS Titanic sinks after striking an iceberg in the middle of the Atlantic on April 15, 1912, taking thousands with her. Though the majority of the survivors are first and second class, and the majority of the victims third and crew, there were a few casualties among the upper classes that have long since been forgotten with the passage of time.

Among the casualties is a young girl; never claimed, she is later referred to as Victim 281 and buried in Halifax. All that is left of this innocent girl is a fading photograph in a music box buried in the wall of an apartment building in Manhattan- discovered nearly a century later by Shaynee Wilcox, the daughter of the new tenants. Armed with only the faded photograph of the young girl, Shaynee’s determined to discover
her true identity, and finally lay to rest the spirit of one of the Titanic’s youngest victims. As she uncovers clue after clue, Shaynee soon discovers that, not only does the girl have a link to the Titanic sinking, but she also has a link to Shaynee herself.

The Romantic Egotists

“I grew up among the great artists of Paris- Ernest Hemingway and his wife, Hadley; Ezra Pound and William Faulkner, Picasso, Gertrude Stein and her lover, Alice Toklas, and
of course my parents Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald.”

It is with these very words, that Frances “Scottie” Fitzgerald takes us back to those long ago nights in Paris; when the
world was still recovering from the destruction of the Great War, when Russia was trying to reassemble the shattered pieces of itself after the bloody fall of the Romanov dynasty and Germany was allowing a man called Hitler to start taking control.

In Paris, the wave of painters, writers, dancers and playwrights’ crashes upon its shores like the Allies upon the European coast. Sex, drugs and alcohol run the streets of grand ol’ Paris, corrupting the mind and setting in motion the wheels of rebellion. It is here, in Paris, at 27 Rue de Fleurus, that a group of expatriate Americans meet and begin turning out some of the greatest literature, art and dance of the twentieth century. The child of the couple forever known as the “Romantic Egotists”- the real beautiful and damned- Scottie tries
hard to come into her own during those muggy Paris nights, despite the constant push and pull of her mother’s erratic behavior and her father’s egotistic criticisms. Here, among the sting of smoke and smell of alcohol, surrounded by lust, love and sex, young Scottie sips her first taste of jealousy, and
discovers the cost of being famous. Into this world, Frances Fitzgerald is thrust, a silent witness to the trials, tribulations, darkness and light of a generation defined as forever “Lost.”

The Sound of Sickness

"Sickness has returned.
Cover your ears and hold your breath.
Breathing in could result in death."

Alexi Michaels has been surrounded by Tuberculosis his entire life. With his mother, he places docent at the Waverly Hills Sanitarium to tourists in Hawaiian shirts and flip-flops, telling them the history of this sad and disturbing chapter in Kentucky's history.

That same evening, while taking a private night tour of the decaying building, Alexi meets Marit, a fourteen-year-old girl who resides at the Sanitarium while she slowly dies from TB. She's watched and waited for Alexi to arrive, spending decades within Waverly's rotting walls, a spiritual shell of the girl she once was.

Over time, Alexi begins to win Marit's trust, and using a series of family photographs, Marit tells him of her unfortunate story. She knows all the secrets and stories of the hospital, including those of her unlucky family members- both hospital resident and worker.

But Marit has a secret. A secret that sent her to an early grave. A secret she's willing to share with Alexi if he gives her something in return.

Something that, to Marit- like every other patient at Waverly Hills- is worth more than its weight in gold.