I remember where I was that horrible day in 1988, when word came of the plane that carried Syracuse University students crashing in Lockerbie, Scotland.
I was a newspaper editor for The Post-Standard, and everybody, editors, reporters, pressroom operators, had to band together as more and more bad news came in and the the horror increased.
Some of my friends were sent over the ocean to report the story.
Sadness and anger hovered.
It came back to me as my dear wife Karen and I walked the steps toward the Carrier Dome and saw many flowers left at the beautiful tribute that stands for those who lost their lives while merely trying to study abroad.
This being homecoming, I imagined friends and family placing these families. Karen and I stood in silence and bowed our heads.
The inscription reveals the name and the story.
Rest in peace, please.