Let Them Suck Jet Exhaust

When I moved back to Fayetteville from Columbus, "In the Year 2000" (in the ephemeral words of Conan O'Brien), white noise had set up shop.  I drove up in my parent's driveway, shut off the car, and stepped onto the lawn of of my second childhood home.  "Static in My Attic from Channel Z" was amidst.  The white noise was an antagonizing mistress whose wrath equaled that only of a scorned woman.  Newly arrived in Fayettenam, promptly I attempted the discern the source of this ocean of sound.  I discovered a chair factory with an airborne cooling tower, and it screamed 100 decibels of mind-numbing static.  Just across Hybart's Creek, a holler and line of demarcation of our neighborhood down the street, a new complex of businesses had popped up.  I ventured over and found dozens of individual air conditioner compressors lining Executive Place.  "Was this the source of this horrendous noise?"  I thought so and wrote a letter to the Fayetteville Observer, which they never published.  Only years later after entering Harris Teeter through their clandestine back entrance and seeing satellite dishes in the parking lot did I discover that a defense contractor also had set up shop.  A defense contractor?  What in tarnation was a military defense company doing hidden in the back of a Harris Teeter grocery store?  More importantly it was adjacent to a newly-built fortified brick building with no sign.  In between the two was a high voltage shed, and from it must have been coming these sheets of sound that were not of Coltrane origin.  With a little research on them internets, I found the brick building was in actuality an arms room.  Its responsibility was to keep track of all weapons at Fort Bragg.  That is a daunting job, and evidently they needed L3 to do it properly, L3 now being L3/Harris.  The large satellite dishes in the back parking lot of Harris Teeter were for them, and now we lived in Stalag 13.  (except we were in the United States of America)  The arms rooms operated here for a long time when finally with the building of I-295 more industrial space became available.  Cumberland Country purchased this property, and now it is the combined call center for emergency services for the city of Fayetteville.  L3 up and left town, but now they firmly are ensconced in an office complex next to the All American Expressway.  What is the point of this narrative?  The infringement of our civil liberties in our middle-class neighborhood were from these two entities.  When we are at war, of course, the President can do anything including commandeering your property with Imminent Domain.  When the residents of an upper class Colorado neighborhood sued to stop commercial flights from bombarding their neighborhood, a Trump-appointed judged threw the case out before it could be heard.  Hundreds of hard working, upstanding, American citizens' lives were effected negatively whe the FAA made a decision to to fly planes over their suburban neighborhood.  Now the same thing is happening in Fayettenam, and tonight Delta bypassed the runway, made a left turn, and flew over Fayetteville at two thousand feet, because it sames them time and money.  They don't have to turn around and taxi back to the terminal.  Meanwhile every single person underneath their flight path sucks their jet exhaust in the wonderful hour of dusk.  Isn't life in America grand?