An airplane just flew over, the kind with a propeller engine. Neeeeeeeerrrrrrrroooooooowwwwwwww! That’s as good of a word as I can come up with to describe it. Take that noise, and multiply it by one hundred and you have an idea of the noise pollution in my neck of the woods. I don’t mind it too much I guess. I am fascinated by the planes themselves. I get a great view of them flying over, I can discern the little corrections the pilot makes from the shakes and jitters the planes do as they pass. I keep waiting for one to crash into my apartment.