I haven't flown since then, up until this last July when I flew back East. In 2004 when I went East for my sabbatical, I took Amtrak. I started taking an SSRI. The housing marking in San Francisco dipped enough that we were able to purchase a house. I seriously contemplated moving to Canada.
In 1990, I interviewed for a job at the Metropolitan Transportation Commission, a state agency that liasoned with the NYNJ Port Authority. The office was on the 89th floor of the North Tower. I remember the spectacular views from every office. I got the job, but at the last minute deciced not to relocate to NYC. If I had taken it, I very well could have been in that office on that day. Some of the people I met and interviewed with probably were.