‘That was a really bad day. I grew up in Denton, Tx. The summer of ‘85 was between my Freshman and Sophomore year at NTSU (now UNT) and I was driving my girlfriend to the airport to pickup her parents, coming in from LA on a Delta flight. Just as we picked up 121 in Lewisville the crash news came over the radio. The weather was terrible. They announced it was a Delta plane and Lynelle flipped out. I’m driving in a thunderstorm with a hysterical girlfriend, and that’s not an exaggeration....she was. I kept telling her that dozens and dozens of Delta planes land every hour at DFW, we didn’t yet know which flight it was. By the time we reached the north end of DFW, 114 was closed and you could see the smoke, emergency vehicles and damaged water towers to the East. She flipped out again and nothing I could say helped. I just got her to the terminal as fast as I could.
We were lucky. They were on a different plane and waiting in baggage. Not so for a large group of people being ushered to a private area....and the crying....and anguished screams.....I’ll never ever forget that day. Lynelle and her mom sat in the back seat crying and holding each other all the way home. Her dad and I barely said anything on the drive back....neither one of us knew what to say anyway.