Living Next to an Airport Can Be Magical

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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