I just this morning recalled the intervening years after 911 and my magnetic attraction to solving it, still imagining that the day involved jet aircraft and deaths of thousands of innocents. One of the diversions tossed our way was the “Home Run” system, a possibly real rescue system built in to jet aircraft to pilot them home over the wishes of anyone attempting to hijack them. The macabre alternative use of the system would have been to steer them into the Twin Towers and the Pentagon, and an abandoned coal mine in Pennsylvania.
Most readers here know that 911 was but a TV show, no planes, no deaths. If not, if this is news to you, then I welcome you to the real world. It’s a whackadoodle place, but not nearly as violent as TV news leads you to believe.
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