That makes me really miss home. I was out there under the planes for years. I also lived on Nob Hill with a view from San Leandro to the Marin Headlands. Sometimes we would watch from the deck
, and the planes would fly between Russian Hill, and our deck
. The plane being just below eye level
On days they would practice, and I was working. You could hear, and feel the jets, but you never knew where they were coming from. Before you knew it a plane would fly right over head
, and be gone. Then the thunder would roll in
. The show always made my heart pound hard with pride, and EXCITEMENT!