| Monday, April 25, 2005 |
10:57 - A cup of Gatorade
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Four chapters in five days. Whoo.
At this pace, though, I'll come in well under the deadline. I just hope they don't want me to do this again anytime soon.
Anyway, last night as I was taking out the garbage, I heard the whine of what sounded like struggling jet engines directly above; very loud, enough to make normal speech difficult, and changing in pitch suggesting that the pilot was making some pretty significant power adjustments. The next-door neighbor came running out to see what it was, just as the plane passed overhead; there was a choppy cloud cover at about 1000 feet, and the plane was barely above it, or so it seemed. Judging by the way the lights were arranged it looked to have long swept-back wings-- a C-5 or something, aimed in the direction of Moffett.
But there's no way it should have been that low. The neighbor and I stood there watching and listening for a long time[md]we could hear those engines whining after it had been gone over the horizon five minutes. We never did hear a big "boom", but it wouldn't have surprised us at all. Pretty unnerving.
Anyway, that's enough of the outside world.
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Brian Tiemann
