Living Next to an Airport Can Be Magical

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Everyone thinks it sucks to live right next to an airport. But if you've seen the The Castle, the Australian comedy in which mustachioed, blue-collar everyman Darryl Kerrigan fights an eminent domain acquisition of his power-line-shadowed, landfill-capping, airstrip-hugging house, you know that flight-path living provides perks that people fail to consider. As Kerrigan says, "you can't buy what I've got."

It appears the folks in Georgetown just got a serendipitous reminder of that fact. Not only do low-flying UPS jets and private Cessnas provide contemplative moments of loudness--more relaxing than moments of silence because you don't have to hear yourself think--they also, on certain magical days, perform impromptu Blue Angels routines for your private viewing.

 
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