I was painting the house on a stepladder when I heard a familiar sound, slid down the ladder, and raced to an opening in the tree canopy. It was a B-25. A neighbor joined me, so I asked, "You followed me because you like old WWII bombers, too?"
He said, "No, it's because I've never seen you run before!"
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I live in Massachusetts in the flight path of Hanscom AFB, and one day,I was in the back yard, and I heard them: The unmistakable sound of large piston-driven radial engines.
About 500 feet up, right over my house was a B-17.
Now, I have been to Oshkosh three or four times and seen the warbirds there, but...to see one appear out of the blue raised a feeling in me that was equivalent to the difference between seeing a bald eagle in a cage, and a wild one flying close by.