HIGHWAY TO THE DANGER ZONE

[spatch]

Am wondering if there was a F-15 flyby scheduled for the start of today's Sox-Yankees game here in the land of Friendly Fenway cause I just had Maverick buzz my house with a hearty sonic boom, sending at least one cat scrambling for cover (Martha, oddly enough, seems to have slept through it. I don't think Abbie will stop panting with his mouth open for a few more minutes.)

I was also kind of hoping that the plane would do something great to the television reception around here so that I could finally pull in Fox 25 on my aerial, but sadly that was not to be. It's just as well, though; in an hour or so I'm leaving for my high school 10th reunion. I have absolutely no idea who's going to be there, but it's an informal deal held in a bar in Amherst so it can't be all that bad. And I can listen to the game on AM radio while driving out.

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[alphacygni]

The windows are all whitewashed, and there's a sign saying, approximately, "We go bye-bye now. Thank you for your years of quarters, suckers!"

The next one is a couple of blocks further down the street. It could be much worse. But that one is smaller, seedier, and now has twice the customers.