Chapeco plane crash

middle-age American living in New Jersey near the Lincoln Tunnel «« Though it wasn’t immediate I found a personal connection to the Colombian plane crash. I’m from another hemisphere and aside from two weeks per year I’m not a soccer fan, so the tragedy was lost on me. Terrible; yet distant. The amount of soccer I know has many leagues with names that match countries in really big events though teams have names that do not link to geography the rest of the year, so . . . . The town owning the team is Chapeco about a hundred miles inland from a famous resort town/island Florianopolis. An Italian friend, Stefano, was a DJ there for Summers over several years . . Stefano was in Florianopolis not Chapeco. Chapeco is a small town, and conspicuously on google maps is a shopping mall surrounded by so much parking and open space is seems desolate yet in other ways it seems like an optimistically-built mall waiting for the town to grow around it. My reading today tells me the players are from Chapeco . . . not recruited and imported on players contracts . . . rather authentic locals with Chapeco childhoods. My reading also brought me to a short list of soccer-team plane crashes, and one left a indelible mark on my wife’s, Hana’s, memory though we learned together is was long before she was born . . . yet the Torino crash of 1949 cast a shadow onto her childhood, and Hana is from Como not Torino. Though Chapeco is not trending on twitter it is not because Brazil snubs twitter, and it is not because the devastation is not trendworthy. Chapeco only lacks the population to make twitter’s trending list. The undersized town is suffering an oversized tragedy. Dear kind people of Chapeco: Though I’m sure not to be the only American I am sure I’m one American who feels your pain. My best to the people of Chapeco as you recover from this devastating loss. Sincerely, Tom Doody »» about me 302-990-2346 nearlincoln@hotmail.com contact us

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middle-age American living in New Jersey near the Lincoln Tunnel
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