Nine a.m. and…at last! The jets at Luke Air Force Base have come to light.
They practice every morning along about dawn, when they begin around three hours of maneuvers. So just when the Sun Citizens down the road from the base want to sit on their back porches to take their morning coffee, they get a symphony of roar, roar, ROAAAAARRRRR from fighter jets charging back and forth, as the pilots practice their moves for World War III.
SDXB, who retired to Sun City from a career in journalism and public relations, still works off and on for the base. Practically every day, says he, they get calls from Sun Citizens belly-aching about the racket from that air base.
LOL! Well, folks: wake up! If you don’t want to hear jet engine noise, don’t buy a house five or ten miles up the street from a jet runway.
😀
My mother used to sit on her back porch and sip her morning coffee to the serenade of Luke’s blasting jets. Weirdly — well, probably not: probably as a result of living 10 years overseas in a country where Americans are roundly hated — she convinced herself that she actually liked the sound of those roaring engines. It’s the sound of freedom, she used to simper.
Ohhhhh gawd!
And ohhhhh well: whatever makes you happy.
Yea verily, though…those of us who spent a decade of our lives in a medieval dictatorship do understand what that “sound of freedom” is worth.
Nevertheless: I’m sure glad I no longer live practically beneath the base’s landing and take-off paths!
No kidding. We’re a good 20 miles away here, and the racket is…not quite awful, but still annoying.
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Argha! It’s after 10 a.m. and the jets are still roaring away out there. WTF?
That ain’t normal.
Something must be going on. Either its some kind of special exercise, or some sort of sh!t is coming down.
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All of which — the memory of my mother and how much she loved their little house in Sun City, how much she loved my father — brings back all sorts of depressing and unwelcome other memories.
* The Dragon Lady and what a horrid witch she was
* How she lured my father into marrying her
* How miserable he was, living with her
* How afraid he was to divorce her (“She’ll get all my money!!!”)
Jayzuz, Daddy! Some things are more important than money! Why didn’t I have enough sense to say that to him?
or maybe…
Jayzuz, Daddy! Your daughter’s husband is a partner in one of the most powerful law firms in the Southwest. She’s NOT gunna get all your money. Very probably, she’s not gunna get any of it.
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Ah well. Nothing like a wee splash of wine to chase away fading regrets. {slurp!}
Seriously: now we’re comin’ on to midday, which is when I dive into my Big Meal of the Day. And I see we have enough chow in the house to concoct a nice little feast and enough to feed Ruby for the next several days.
You realize what this means, right?
Incredibly…
I won’t have to go out and buy food today!!!!!!!
Yahooooooo!
The Hound and I will be set until the first part of next week. CAN you believe it?
So: I can continue to loaf and play with my li’l computer. Ruby can continue to loaf in her favorite throne under the back bathroom’s toilet.