Last Sunday, we decided to hop in the car and head out for a day in North Park.
One of the goals of the day was to see the memorial plaque at the corner of Dwight and Nile streets, where PSA Flight 182 sadly crashed on Sept. 25, 1978.
The 47th anniversary last month marked what was at the time was the nation’s deadliest commercial airliner crash in history.
It has always intrigued me. I was not living in San Diego at the time, but I do remember, as a teenager on the East Coast, hearing about the tragedy. Although I have now lived in San Diego for 30 years, I had not previously seen the plaque at Dwight and Nile.
While such a plaque, of course, can never bring back those lost or diminish the pain the living families and friends of the victims have, it is important that these victims kil