A few times, I've sat in my car at the light at 63rd and Cicero watching a plane come in low and wondering if it's the last thing I'll ever see.
I grew up around the "K" streets and 52nd. Planes would literally come in and take off right over the house. My parents still live there. Can't tell you how many phone conversations were interupted by a "hold...there's a plane!" LOL.