Plane Fun

When I bought this house it was in early April. There were still snow squalls and a bit of cold weather. So being fresh from Florida, I didn't spend much time outside the place when we looked at it. I had no idea it was right under the O'Hare landing path. In fact there was no reason I would even have thought of that since O'Hare was a good two hour drive from the West Ridge neighborhood. It turns out that it's only nine miles by air. Now in our third summer, I've come to enjoy the planes roaring overhead. You're sitting outside having a nice conversation, and every twenty to thirty seconds everything has to stop while the jet whines by. It gives you a chance to think about what you're going to say. Saved me from more than a few stupid remarks. Chandler seems to enjoy the planes. If they come in too low he jumps up and tries to catch them, barking his ass off the whole time. He has actually taught Scout to look up and bark too. My friend, Dennis, bought an app for his phone that tells you what flight each plane is and where it came from. All he has to do is aim his phone at the plane and it tells him all that information. So we often sit out in the back yard in the summer, talking in twenty second spurts, identifying airline flights, and watching the dogs go berserk. Summer in the city, aint it fun?