The brother of a close friend of mine died in this crash and my friend had never been to the Grand Canyon. Three year's ago, we vacationed together in Arizona and visited the Grand Canyon (her first visit, the rest of us had been there several times). We went to the closest overlook where she knew the planes went down and she was clearly struggling with her emotions. Just as we approached to give her comfort, a beautiful rainbow came out. It was just beautiful and provided a wonderful sense of closure. I saw her last night and gave her an article from last week's WSJ mentioning the crash. 50 years later. Wow.