Jet Fumes and Frosted Flakes

I woke up this morning to the sound of a large plane flying extremely low over my apartment in the Upper West Side. That was around 9am. I didn’t see that plane, but saw the shadow on my wall and the 6 fighters that tailed it. For about a half hour, planes that looked like transports flew low over the neighborhood and fighters circled. Spooky as hell. Speculation flew about the midterm elections. (This is the UWS after all.) The shot above was taken from our window around 9:45, after the fighters had fallen into formation around one of the transports.

Apparently, it’s part of Fleet Week to scare the shit out of New Yorkers. Who knew? Honestly, it was an impressive display once we realized we weren’t under attack. Guess that’ll teach me to sleep past 9, eh?

Update: Gothamist posted my panicky email (it’s the second one). Glad I’m not the only one who needed fresh shorts.

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