Linny and I are talking about how good life is. We get done with work and can get on a trials bike and go in any direction to get even further away. Then across the river, a guy in a white Jeep tells a couple people to do something, then walks over and gets in his plane and flies around the neighborhood for 20 or 30 minutes.
I'm not sure but it looks like a crashed airplane on the baseball field.
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