Heh heh. I grew up in a county with six military installations plus the local death metal rednecks. The kids on the bus tried to set my hair on fire in the seventh grade. I was telling my thirteen year old about all of our youthful misadventures (rural versions of the same stuff you describe) last night and she was astonished - it is so far out of her frame of reference she thinks my stories are some kind of urban myth or something. But in fact, it was a really horrible decade.

I live in the flight path of the Blue Angels when they come to Seattle - they buzz so low across the neighborhood the windows rattle. I usually leave town for a few days.