My attic cabin
almost interferes with the
flight pattern of jets
departing T. F.
Green International Air-
port. They fly over
regularly, roar
in the day, roar and lights at
night. Hyperbole!
Good beyond good and
evil! Between flights oce-
anic peace out there.
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Tom,
I get the flights over here too, but it’s mostly in the autumn. I think you’ll find that changes soon. One night years ago, early in my teaching life, I called the governor’s office at 2 a.m. as I had to get up and teach the following morning. I made a big stink over that.
Marion
On Thursday, November 15, 2018, Metaxyturn Diaries wrote:
> Tom D’Evelyn posted: “My attic cabin almost interferes with the flight > pattern of jets departing T. F. Green International Air- port. They fly > over regularly, roar in the day, roar and lights at night. Hyperbole! Good > beyond good and evil! Between flights oce- anic peace o” >
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