Never thought I’d be linking to the Alma (MI) Morning Sun. (I like to kind of not acknowledge that I was born or grew up anywhere.) But my parents’ family doctor, whom I knew mostly by stories, was one of the passengers missing in a plane crash that has gathered some national attention.
I can’t say much about the other missing persons, whose last names, at most, I recognize. (Same for the pilot, Jerry Freed, who was, thank God, found alive.) So I won’t, and this is not intended as a slight. But I do know that my family owes a lot to Dr. James Hall, who sat up most of the night with my father when my mom was hospitalized with mystery chest pains in 1985. Hall was a pillar of the community, active in everything, loved by everyone; what counts most to me is a bit of unpaid human kindness he showed a terrified man twenty-five years ago. God bless them.
