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We live down the street from a small airport. We have planes flying over our heads all hours of the day. On lazy summer days, we lay in the backyard and watch the planes. And parachuter's. My heart always skips a beat when I hear the engines sputter. Or when I see a parachuter go into a quick downward spiral, only to pull out a second later.
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We were on our way home from soccer practice. We passed the cop with a truck pulled over. The girls asked questions. A little further down the road, I see reds and blues in my rear view. I pulled over. The cop car and another truck raced by. The girls asked questions. Further down the road, we see two more vehicles coming at us. There's only two possible roads they could go. I see them turn towards the airport. More cars come. The girls ask questions. I answer that I think something happened at the airport. We see more vehicles, coming at us and from the side road. Now the cars in front of us braked. And there, out the right side of our windows, we saw the plane. And the cars racing across the tarmac. The kids asked questions.
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I do hope everyone is okay.
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Update Thursday morning - The newspaper report indicated that the pilot "escaped serious injury" when the plane lost power while approaching the runway and flipped over. This morning, the plane was still upside down in the field with a cruiser in the back. When we went back by this afternoon, they were using a crane to hoist it onto a flatbed. I had to drive around all the cars which stopped to watch.
