414:121) lorenz bc
Date: 08-MAR-94  20:55
 Last week I was walking outside when a small jet flew overhead.
 Something about the sound it made caused me to stop.  I was
 suddenly transported back to when I was about 8 years old,
 because it sounded exactly like the fighter jets I used to hear
 every day when I was a kid.  I remember the almost daily appearance
 of Mirage fighters in the sky above me, executing their complex
 dogfight manouvres.  I remember how impressed I was by the rare
 sonic boom that would fill the whole valley and echo across the
 mountains.  Somehow, I always equated that sound with life, as
 if the jet was a living thing, proclaiming to the whole world
 "Look at me everybody.   I'm up here, and I....AM....ALIVE!!"
 It's funny how a sound can trigger memories so vividly.
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414:122 ) Curvaceous Chick Apparatus
Date: 08-MAR-94  21:17

 Wow.  You just reminded me of what it was like to be a kid in California
 during Vietnam.  All sorts of military aircraft would fly all day, pushing
 the sonic envelope.  One would become quite familiar with sonic booms
 shaking the house several times a day.

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