We live under a Detroit Metro flight path, take-off and landing. We’re far enough away from the airport that the planes don’t disrupt our lives much. Actually I can go whole days without noticing them. In the summer when I hang out in the back yard at the end of a work day, they fly over about every minute or two although I don’t always see them.

Not like the time we stayed in a Days Inn at the end of the Knoxville airport runway. I didn’t think I’d be able to sleep but apparently the airport shut down at 11:00 PM. I didn’t know about the Ladies of the Evening operating out of the next room until the next morning 🐽 Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against sex workers, just that I’d rather not hang out in the next room from that kind of business. Who knows what else might be going on and we could potentially look like good candidates for crime victims. I can’t say we’ve never stayed at a Days Inn since then but it’s rare. But that’d be another story.

Once when we first lived in The Landfill, a really strange plane noise woke me up at 0-skunk-30. Like WHAT WAS THAT!?! It sounded like the plane gained altitude very quickly. Months later I read a news story about an airliner that had some kind of a near miss incident OVER WEST ANN ARBOR. Yeah. I think I heard that happen. Right above my house or thereabouts.

Last evening I looked up and saw these two contrails and was struck by the proximity and contrast. Clearly these planes did not have a near miss incident, at least not above my house.

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