mrd: I grew up in the flight path of our citycentre airport. They used to fly huge jets out of there. We would automatically stop talking, out loud or on the phone, whenever one flew over because you couldn't hear a darn thing. When friends came over and a jet flew overhead to land, they were just stunned. And in the winter, the planes would have to de-ice and run their engines for an hour before taking off. You could time your watch by it. Since then, they have only allowed smaller and private planes as well as supply planes to the North. Thank goodness.
My mom and dad still live there to this day. Maybe that's why my parent's are getting deaf?