Once or twice a month on a Saturday some yahoo buzzes our house in one of two different planes. One is a WWII error war plane. He literally is just over the tree tops and he does it in a pattern for upwards of 20 to 30 laps.

I've considered driving to the Shelby county airport and waiting on him to land. But in the grand scheme of things I have too much productive stuff to do.


Character is not developed in moments of temptation and trial. That is when it is intended to be used.