When I was a kid we lived less than a mile from the air force base and the jets used to take off over our house - literally making the windows rattle. You can get used to almost anything.
Great work, BTW!
Mike.
My sympathies, Mike; my in-laws owned a caravan that they parked at the seaside in Prestwick, Scotland. There was Prestwick airport just across the main road with the added oomph of the USAAF base! Bumps and grinds, bumps and grinds (non musical, non erotic), and day and night. But then, nobody wasted much time sleeping in those places - life was about parties...
I never took to caravans at all; their daughter and I were given it to use one holiday when we were first married - I lasted one night and we were back home before lunch. Forget the noise, its the lack of civilization, bucket-and-chuck-it, all that sort of inconvenience.
Guess I'll never make a landscape shooter.
On the USAAF base: some local nutters objected strongly to the presence and campaigned so long and so hard against it that eventually the base pulled out. Considering that the PX stores managed to sell (indirectly) more Zippos to the locals than to the airmen, that the bars, hookers and restaurants flourished courtesy the dollar, the eventual departure brought the town to its financial knees. Clever boys.
Rob C
