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I can still remember jets flying low up the Tittabawassee River near Midland, Michigan, making mock attacks on Dow Chemical Company or the company spillway, sonic booms following them as they screamed past.

I was between five and eight when these flights happened and I always thought it was great, standing on the bank of the river as they passed not more than about 200 feet away.

Come to West Texas and I will take you'll down to the canyon lands, where you can sit on top of a mesa and watch the BUFF's fly below you.

Or we can journey over to NM and watch the B-1bs buzz drilling rigs at derrick height.

Once in the bootheel of Missouri, I was out checking cotton in the middle of a field, this god-awful roaring came over shaking the earth and blowing the cotton down. I was all elbows and knees trying to dig a hole to hide in, just about the time I recovered it happened again. It was B-58s making a mock bomb run on St. Louis, while being chased by THUDs. It was even more fun the next day, up in a Cessana at 3,000 ft and two miles away watching the action.