Planes coming in to the Albany International Airport land in a south to north direction. Every once in a while, when the wind shifts, the planes fly directly over our house going from east to west. I watched Mom as she looked up into the sky at a Southwest flight on its approach. She smiled and waved, then went back to tending the flower bed.
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Sunday, May 20, 2007
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