Earlier this evening, while I sat reading blogs, a single engine plane roared over the old folks home. I ducked. It sounded like he was going to take the roof off.
A few minutes later he was back, but not quite so close. I jumped on my scooter and went out to find a spot with a clear view of the sky. No plane was visible, but the Moon and Venus shone placidly down. No sign of Jupiter which was supposed to be nearby. It was still twilight and Venus was the only star in the sky.
Later online IM with daughter I reported my negative findings, and she responded with, "You're one of those weird people who run toward the sound of gun fire."
Well not ordinarily, but I have to admit that low flying airplanes make me curious. I recalled once years ago near San Fernando Airport I saw a light plane making unusual approaches. I left the airport building and walked out to the flight line.
A friend hailed me, "What are you doing out here at this time?"
I replied, "I came to see the crash."
"The one that is about to happen."
"Oh, that is just Willis. He just bought that plane and he is checking it out."
At that moment, here came Willis in his newly purchased old plane, about twenty feet too high, stalled, dived nose first into the runway. CRUNCH. He crashed right in front of us.
An old adage is "Any landing is a good landing if you can walk away from it." Willis walked away from that landing, but his plane had to be hauled home.