More connected to the plane crash than I thought

This morning’s apparently intentional plane crash in Austin happened a good ten miles from my cube at the Empire, and by the time I drove back into town, to meet a roofer, the smoke and flames had cleared, so I can’t claim any direct connection with it, save that I used to work for IRS (at a different facility, completely across town from this one).  Not much connection, that.

However, I was startled to read that someone L and I have known for years through the Austin square-dance community escaped being killed more or less by the skin of his teeth.

William Winnie, an Internal Revenue Service agent, said he was in a training session on the third floor of the building when he saw a light-colored, single-engine plane coming at the building.

“It looked like it was coming right in my window,” Winnie said. He said the plane veered down and to the left and crashed into the floors below. “I didn’t lose my footing, but it was enough to knock people who were sitting to the floor.”

That’s too close for comfort, I don’t care who you are.  And I hope this thing of crashing airplanes into buildings to protest this or that isn’t going to become a fashion.  It could get very old quickly.

(ETA:  From reading some of the less incoherent bits of the pilot’s online suicide note, I think he was a tax protester whose scheme got caught and busted, which is the usual eventual fate of such games.)