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When I was a lad of 18, sweating in a total S box Isuzu diesel taxi, in sight of the giant steel shoebox that was my destination. Waiting, surprised how hot and humid it was for December, it was 10 degrees the night before in Anchorage. I was happy not to be smelling the exhaust for a bit, glad we worked out the price of the ride prior to our departure.
Blocking our way, a sign with the red lights lit, a runway, and a Tomcat crouching about a football field away. He turns up the volume, starts rolling, lights it up before he crosses in front of us and really starts moving, picks up his wheels, stands it on its tail and is out of sight before the driver starts the car, thunder in the clear blue sky. I don't know how many decibels an F-14 is on afterburner, but it seemed like all of them when he went by us.
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She was the kindest person I ever met
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