So I didn’t Spice it up after all, (unless you count beers on the couch with the old man and Maybel) but I DID spend three-and-a-half hours jotting down notes like “pink shirt girl asks about the safety of the children” and “what about the gardens, asks crazy old man” — although I think the worst thing I heard all night was a tearful “(Airport traffic) noise is so bad, I have to wear ear plugs when I mow the lawn!”
Living at the end of the airport runway must turn a human into … something much more terrifying.
But do not loose heart.
You decide. But please don’t base your decision on the sexiness of the street name. With research, you can find more pictures.
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