Wheels are down and we’re coming in.

Low flying pie in the sky.
April 1967. We had just moved down from Sacramento getting ready for me to start classes at Pepperdine L A. For a short while at first we lived in a large apartment complex in Inglewood with pool and was somewhat expensive. But it was a month to month and we kept looking for something a little more affordable. Would rather have something cheap. If you know what I mean.
So, one day driving about Inglewood and on Osage Avenue, I had spotted a for rent sign. The sign was in front of a single-family house with a small two-story cluster of four or five apartments in back of the house. So, I assumed the owner of the apartments lived in the house in front. Went to the door and Mrs. Osborne came to the door and said, yes we are the owners and would you like to see the one-bedroom apartment now available. So, I made my way upstairs and walked into the empty apartment. Roomy enough Livingroom, nice little breakfast area and kitchen, short hallway connecting the bedroom with bathroom. A shared parking garage with my upstairs neighbor, Just go around to the back alley and open the double garage door and pull right in.
This apartment was within walking distance to my job at Sears and Just three short blocks away. How convenient. Plus, it had a wonderful view through the large Livingroom window looking down at the little wood framed cottage to the south . Seemed perfect to me. Why not. I am in college and strapped for money.
Then the upstairs neighbor woman came over and introduced herself and said she and her husband lived across the hall and she mentioned their apartment is just the same but in reverse and rented only for 85-bucks a month. Wow! That’s an affordable price for sure.
I went back down stairs and down the drive way to the front house and told Mrs. Osborne we would take your offer and would like to move in the first of the month. So, we made a deal.
But, wait a minute. There must be a catch here. What is going to be the big surprise. It seems too easy and just right. All the other apartments were occupied and dwellers were okay with their living quarters. But don’t hold your breath Charlie.
The first of the month came, my boss at Sears loaned us his truck, and we moved our meager furniture into our new apartment and made ourselves at home. It couldn’t have been any better.
Then a gentleman I met at our new church and I got to talking. I told him approximately where were living and he mentioned in passing, you might be under the landing path for the new north runway at the airport. The airport was approximately three miles down range to our west. Then he mentioned large commercial aircraft should begin landing on that runway any day now and possibly you might be up range from that runway and with large jets flying just over head. Then I thought to myself, so this is the big surprise. Right? Good grief Charlie Brown.
It wasn’t more than a week or two later here they came. Flying overhead so close you could read the small lettering on the aircraft bottoms. Close enough and if flying a bit slower one could count the rivets from nose to tail while the big aircraft glided about a thousand feet above our lovely little apartment.
But the noise. Noise so loud any conversation with others came to a halt for about one minute until the roaring plane passed over. Noise so loud the windows rattled. Surprise surprise surprise.
Never the less, we lived there for two years until I finished my college classes. The jet noise was just something one got use to. But the rental price was just right. Just don’t talk when aircraft were passing over. What!? What did you say?