When my wife and I were shopping for our first home, we came across this great little 3/2 “starter” that fit our needs well. I remember walking around the fenced yard, surrounded by tall trees in their pretty autumn colors, enjoying the quiet. Fortunately for us, somebody outbid us.
Behind that fence and those trees lurked a runway that was closed for lengthening. Six months later, that home’s new owners were less than a quarter mile from the runway’s newly opened threshold. All day, every day, their once-peaceful yard was filled with the roar of everything from of B-757s and military fighters, to the pervasive piston drone of flight school trainers.
