Beach Choppers Ain’t Got Nothing on Jet Noise
Gawsh, I miss jet noise.
Let that sink in for a moment. Jet. Noise.
When our youngest daughter was a toddler, we moved to Virginia Beach. We were lucky enough to have lived on former Oceana Naval Air Station base housing. Aside from the obvious, that year alone was one of the most interesting of my life. (Ah, but I digress. Jet Noise is the topic of the day.) Our duplex was situated literally at the end of a takeoff/landing strip on the adjacent air fireld. Literally! It was our house, the back yard, the service road, a fence, grass and then the strip. They rotated the strips in the air field so that some months it would be a landing strip and others it would be a take off strip. On the take off months, our daughter could wave at the pilots AND THEY WOULD WAVE BACK!
Some interesting things to note about Jet Noise
1. Jets, at full power, are flippin loud!
2. When renting or buying a house in the vicinity of a landing strip, consider the waiver you sign acknowledging such very seriously.
3. Jet noise is impossible to talk over. If you are on the phone, even hiding in the center most closet of the house (and burying your head in the middle of the clothes) will not allow for an uninterrupted conversation when a jet takes off.
4. Jet noise pisses off your already possesed pomeranian.
Despite the deafening interruption to life several times a day, it was music every time. Patriotic. It even brought harmony to your heart. Sad to say, it is 12 years later and I still miss it. I miss it even more when I hear one of those snarky little beach copters flying right over our house. In the summer time, those gnats fly sometimes three deep. Annoying.
Before they posted a tourist stop up that put that flight path over our house, some of the local residents complained about the noise from the copters. I should have joined in on that wave. Busy bee copter noise all dayum day is a big bother to me. Certainly true when it makes me all nostalgic for Oceana. These people around here think those copters are loud? Nah…drip drip drop little April showers compared to a REAL bird.
To make my eyes well up even more? The local airport used to belong to an army air base back in the 50’s. The military still uses our tiny airport from time to time and the big cargo planes randomly come lumbering in. They are the only ones that fly so low you can almost read the serial number on the belly of the plane. The sight of these albatross planes make me wanna run outside and cheer. But then again, they are a more welcome, quieter, reminder of a better place and a better time. I will take a low flying cargo plane over a beach copter anyday.
It took about 20 minutes to compose this blurb. Seven of those damn gnats flew shoobies overhead. Beach choppers. Colorful helicopter wanna bes. Shoobs…leave the flying for real birds.
Gawsh I miss jet noise.
What do YOU think?
Posted on August 9, 2015, in Life, philosophy, Randomocity and tagged air base, beach, beach copters, f14, f15, jet noise, jets, Myrtle Beach, Oceana, virginia beach. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.