Most weekends some one practices aerobatics over our neighborhood.
So when working on one of the cars, it took me some time to see it was not the
normal biplane, but a P-51.
The Collings Foundation was displaying their Wings of Freedom warbirds about 30 miles away.
Then halfway through washing supper dishes the B-17 Nine o Nine is flighing right over the house.
And me holding a dish towel as it dissapears over the trees.