Came across a comment on the www that hit me: "He flew not to die, but to live."
There's a certain poetry to the free bird.
Of course he was reckless, what was he thinking? This dude was loved. Of course there are ways to free the free bird without endangering Seattle and points beyond.
You know, it could be as instantaneous as getting admonished, held responsible for something he had no part in, a bully manager, after busting his tarmac



all day long. I'm sure Horizon Air has its management problems, too.
Maybe he snapped? Where's the beautiful sunset? Where's that mama orca and her baby? Where's the poetry?
That moment in the movie Network; I am as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore.
I remember 29 years old... It is a crossroad time.
I remember in my own experience having the world all figured out at 18 years old, and then Blam, Pow, Zoom! ...Omg...
There were some dark reckonings, troubled waters, and valleys to cross.