I have zero sympathy for any moron who buys a house near an airport and then complains about airplane noise.
Thank you.
Nice photos, by the way!
I have zero sympathy for any moron who buys a house near an airport and then complains about airplane noise.
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I have zero sympathy for any moron who buys a house near an airport and then complains about airplane noise.
Sometimes I can get some neat pictures, and yes the sky really was that color:
In 1996 this moron bought a place 25 miles from Whiteman AFB.
Actually it wasn't too bad; yes we saw some incredible things.
Notable times:
Sometime during the Gulf wars they were running bombing raids from there. I knew what a B2 sounded like during practice. Wow, I don't know if it was JATO boosters or what; at 2AM the whole house was shaking during their takeoffs. First time was cool, got to be old, then they stopped.
The attack helicopter in our front field! DW informed me she did receive an apology call from an official at the base. Simple mistake.
The time I saw a stealth in a beautiful bank turn. It looked like a 90° bank! I'm sure it wasn't, but still an incredible view!
I told DW to come see, by that time the pilot had leveled off and the plane was a small almost invisible airplane on the horizon. I told her it was stealth!?
Freedom is pretty cool!
Woke up this morning and DW told me I was 75.
Damn decimal points....I thought I was 7 1/2.
Thank you.Happy Birthday Nemo2!
Thank you.Nemo, you were an unusually handsome young man! Happy Birthday, and many more.
Yeah, I think we all had that part already figured out ...Thank youi.
'Unusual' is generally how I'm described.
How awful! I am especially shocked that you could not get his broken wrists treated until morning. I don't imagine either of you got much sleep. It's impressive that despite the broken wrists, he was able to lift his bike into or onto the car for the drive home.Yesterday when DH arrived home from his mountain bike ride, the first thing he said to me was "don't panic, but I think I need to go to the doctor." He knows me well, and I think I did pretty well holding it together. I saw no blood, but his right arm looked a little purple. I stowed his bike, and helped him change his clothes because when he crashed he may have landed in poison oak (oy, what else could go wrong?) As I drove he told me what happened. He went head first over the handle bars into a culvert, put his hands up to protect his head...broke both wrists! Had to walk his bike back to the car and then drive home 35 miles! We saw the dr and had X-rays last night, but the "fracture clinic" was closed by then so they sent us home. Today we went back and he got a cast on the right hand and a brace for the left. And now we adapt our lives for the next 6-8 weeks.
Looking on the bright side of this, it could have been much worse. Broken nose, teeth, face in general, concussion etc. I view as worse than a few broken bones. And there was no damage to his bike (yay!) and so far only a little poison oak scratching.
Woke up this morning and DW told me I was 75.
Damn decimal points....I thought I was 7 1/2.
How awful! I am especially shocked that you could not get his broken wrists treated until morning. I don't imagine either of you got much sleep. It's impressive that despite the broken wrists, he was able to lift his bike into or onto the car for the drive home.
I have to disagree - but that's just me.That was my first reaction the first time she wrote about seeing air shows from the back yard but after thinking about it, I'd wager that about the 47th time it happens the noise starts to wear a bit thin.
Love that quote.Congrats. Here are some birthday words of wisdom:
Forget about the past, you can’t change it,
Forget about the future, you can’t predict it,
Forget about the present, I didn’t get you one!
I have zero sympathy for any moron who buys a house near an airport and then complains about airplane noise.
As for the air show - it's pretty awesome....
In the five years we lived there, it never got old for me.
My dh said the same thing to me yesterday.<snip>Yesterday when DH arrived home from his mountain bike ride, the first thing he said to me was "don't panic, but I think I need to go to the doctor.
Met a charming woman from Vancouver at the coffee shop this morning.
During conversation she mentioned that her father had sold everything, was signing the papers on his house sale as we were chatting. She is carting him off to her house in Vancouver. I suggested they take a detour to see the Big Ditch, watch the spectacular sunrise reveal the canyon.
The Big Ditch usually refers to the Panama Canal ?
Got up at 5:00 am, went into town and picked up 250# of the prettiest Sangiovese grapes from California for myself They were picked about 3:00 am on Saturday and we ref-fered back to the east coast and arrived Monday afternoon. We walked through the vineyard August 11 when we out there.
I hope to have 500# of Malbec on Saturday for myself. I hope I'm not too tired from Friday's 3 ton of Cabernet Sauvignon at the winery.