My family has had the good fortune of living near the Indy South Greenwood Airport for quite some time.
My dad can tell which plane is in the sky just by the sound of its takeoff, and every once in a while we’re treated to something special like the arrival of a B-17 Bomber. When the Superbowl was in Indy, we got very used to the sound of small jets idling on the runway after dropping off sports fans excited to get to the game. My nephews love to run up and down the fence, waving to the pilots, racing them across the field. As backyard neighbors go, a regional airport isn’t so bad.
We’re always a little disappointed though when the local farmer plants corn in the field at the end of the runway because it means a summer where we can’t see the planes take off. Every once in a while you catch a landing where it looks like the landing gear is brushing the tassels of the…
