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My place of work is located on the flight path to and from Oakland International Airport. Jaded things that we are, we tend not to look up unless something sounds like it's coming in awfully low.
I was just leaving the building to walk to my truck and go grab some lunch when I hear an unusual rumble from above. Loud, really loud, and not in the "normal jet or small plane" range I'm used to hearing. Pre-jet-age loud. I look up. It's big. It's silver. The wings are not raked back like a jet and it has two big engines on each wing. Blue circle with white star on the fuselage, yellow flashing on the tail.
That had to be her, I thought.
The Liberty Belle is touring airfields in our area. The reason I know this is I got a flyer (pun inevitable) in the mail addressed to previous tenant "or current resident." An afternoon excursion on a 65 year old, deafening, vibrating tin can, costs more than roundtrip airfare back east, which is kind of unfortunate because it would probably be a fascinating way to spend an afternoon.
I was just leaving the building to walk to my truck and go grab some lunch when I hear an unusual rumble from above. Loud, really loud, and not in the "normal jet or small plane" range I'm used to hearing. Pre-jet-age loud. I look up. It's big. It's silver. The wings are not raked back like a jet and it has two big engines on each wing. Blue circle with white star on the fuselage, yellow flashing on the tail.
That had to be her, I thought.
The Liberty Belle is touring airfields in our area. The reason I know this is I got a flyer (pun inevitable) in the mail addressed to previous tenant "or current resident." An afternoon excursion on a 65 year old, deafening, vibrating tin can, costs more than roundtrip airfare back east, which is kind of unfortunate because it would probably be a fascinating way to spend an afternoon.
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Date: 2009-03-30 11:26 pm (UTC)