My neighbors are crazy.
And they are driving me crazy.
It’s approaching midnight, and noise is pouring from the house across the street.
They have been carrying on for hours. They’ve got liquor in them now.
I wish you could hear what I’m hearing.
An animal-like cry just pierced the night, causing my cat to curl into a fetal position.
Now, here is what is even more disturbing.
They posted a sign in their yard earlier today, which said, “It’s a boy.”
I know they didn’t just have a baby. I guess they are hosting a baby shower for a friend.
I’ve tried to put myself in their shoes, to think like them. To outthink the beast, you must become the beast.
Possible thought patterns running through their brains:
“Hey, let’s host a baby shower. Yeah, man, let’s make it go on for hours and hours. Let’s serve lots of liquor. Smoke. Play loud music. And, hey, let’s have it in our garage with the doors open. And, yes, let’s not forget to invite Uncle Buck and Sally Sue. Honey, get the pigs’ feet out of the freezer. I’m going to barbecue tonight.”
Vehicles are clogging the street in front of my house, and the road itself is on the verge of a cardiac arrest. How many people are over there?
This is not how baby showers are supposed to play out.
Maybe if I was at the baby shower, I would have a different perspective on this whole deal.
Maybe I should go over and join them.
I smile every time I hear my old neighbor, a B-17 bomber based at Hooks Airport, fly over my house.
Since my house sits along the flight path into Hooks, I hear the buzz and roar of aircraft all day long. But nothing gets my attention faster than the signature grumble produced by the engines on that B-17. The engines sing their own tune, one that says “I’m old, slow and proud.”
I often run outside or flip open the blinds to get a good look at my favorite plane, Texas Raiders. And what a stunning sight. The bomber is big and lumbers along like an ancient creature from another time. For guys, a plane loaded with lots of bombs and machine guns is, well, the bomb.
I want one.
Texas Raiders has finished a lengthy and costly main spar replacement project, started in 2001 due to the Federal Aviation Administration‘s (FAA) Airworthiness Directive # 2001-22-06, citing corrosion in the wings. TR was flown to south Houston‘s Hobby Airport (KHOU) where she would be based for over 5 years. After testing, it was determined that Texas Raiders did indeed have corrosion pitting, and cracks on the wing root hardware, so replacement parts had to be re-manufactured. It was further decided that since she would be out of service for an extended period that she should be completely refurbished. This project will have cost well over 500,000 dollars by the time the project is completed.
Texas Raiders returned to flight again on October 13, 2009, and then debuted at her “home airshow”, Wings Over Houston later that month. March 2010 found Texas Raiders relocating to a spacious hangar at the Tomball Jet Center in David Wayne Hooks Memorial Airport (KDWH) in Tomball, Texas.