Happy Halloween and Night of the Turbines

Hemingway undoubtedly the exception, it’s probably never a good idea to post while over-served. Here goes.

I’m not sure how Halloween is conducted on other continents, although I suspect that it might be celebrated in a somewhat universal fashion. But dis is how we do it in Atlanta.

Mom dresses kids up in costumes that just arrived today via Amazon Prime. Dad leaves work early, in my case 1530, because traffic is a grim on Halloween, and makes a stop at Total Wine (these days is 50% craft beer) to stock the support wagon. Mommy in charge of kids and their accouterment, while daddy prepares a cooler with an assortment of fine IPAs and pale ales, along with a few juice boxes and chocolate milk.

While mommy is tending to her aesthetic needs, we make a perfunctary candy sweep of the cul de sac, and then load up the family truckster. Pushing a couple of buttons, the side doors sweep back to allow Eliza and Olivia clear fields of fire, while Scarlett mans the 50 up top. Feeling as if we are ready for Fallujah, Mogadishu, or Belfast, we launch for a short ride to join up with our friends at the rendezvous point.

Neither SAS or D boys they be, rather number 2 and I are escorting a herd of unicorn princesses.

Our AO is subdivision of cluster homes, that is free standing houses surrounded by about 50 square feet of lawn. Be what they may, the neighborhood is correctly decorated, welcoming, and gay. The is much evidence of a block party extraordinaire and therefore, the perfect venue for our commandos to gather as much candy as they can pack in their stash bags, while mommy and daddy are in trail, pulling the SAG wagon and sipping on their chilled YETI tumblers. Yawn.

Then the perfect family arrives. Mr Incredible and Elastagirl make Claudia and I feel like we need to actually use our gym memberships. To make matters worse, Jack Jack looks like he wants to burn a hole in my ass.

Meteorologically, it’s a perfect night, unusually clear and about 65 degrees F. While the kids continue candy harvesting, first my ears and then my eyes are repeatedly drawn upward at the sounds of passing turboprops. At about 4 miles from a busy executive airport on the NE side of Atlanta, in a space of about 15 minutes, 4 King Airs and a PC-12 pass low overhead. This is probably the usual business departures at dusk, and no one seems to notice. It’s a siren call for me though and I marvel at the absolute perfect auditory delights playing overhead. Both aircraft are distinctive, but it is surprising how often I can correctly guess the aircraft before a confirmatory look. It’s not really that I know what each aircraft sound like, It’s more that I know what the Beach sounds like, having been around them so often skydiving, and then there is something different. Since there are so many PC-12s operating out of KPDK, it’s a simple matter to deduce the other aircraft.

How lucky are those with their hands on the throttle charging off into a clear night to places unknown, while Mr. Incredible and I exchange banalities. I imagine the pilots looking down thinking, “It sucks to be you.”

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There’s always THAT ONE FAMILY.

Great AAR from the trenches- sounds much more arduous than the last time I ventured into enemy territory ( The Great Franklin Street Melee of 2011) on Halloween a few years ago.

No pictures though of the spoils of your girls’ hard-won efforts?

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LOL…great trip report. Loved the combat battle scene picture of the kids getting ready to deploy from the side doors of the mini van. “GO GO GO…”

I was (well, actually AM) on call tonight…so that could very well have been me buzzing up the air, but alas, they have left me unmolested thus far tonight. I was able to go do a few blocks and streets with the kids tonight. I couldn’t wander too far since I was on the pager, and I’m very surprised that I haven’t been called yet because holidays usually end up (sadly) with organ procurements. As well, that mean front out to the west usually shuts down rotor outfits and we tend to go into crap weather frequently…so again, surprised I’m not out yet.

The kids look adorable as always! And yes, what a mild evening with super comfortable temperatures!

Kai was the Grim Reaper (for some reason he didn’t want to wear his hoodie…which made him more of a Cute Reaper as opposed to something sinister). His cousin was an artist/painter that looked more like a mime. They had a nice haul of candy…!

I dressed up as an on call pilot (jeans and a t-shirt) and my wife dressed up as an office worker that fought traffic to get home in time (she pulled it off nicely…) Haha…

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Love this.
We did something different.
Had to rush to the hospital to get stitches for my youngest, Gabriel.
While I was cooking dinner he was playing with his sister- then I hear swush-slip-sbam! and the little guy comes running into the kitchen with his lower chin half-split open. And blood.

Talk about getting a scare at Halloween.
Luckily the triage and first aid lessons I got in the army came back fast and by the time we where at the Hospital admission desk we were all calm and cool.

Gabriel Eric first two stitches. Five years old.
Little guy is the cutest little soldier, didn’t cry, didn’t whimper, didn’t flinch.

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A little chin scar will impress the ladies later in life… :wink: He’s already working that angle…

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Hah! Don’t you know it! :laughing:
He’s already working on his “Han Solo” smile…

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He might want to tone down the fact he got it from his sister, though… :wink:

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It was a bar brawl on Tatooine…

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In the Mos Eisley cantina, actually. A nototrious hive of wretched scum and villainy.

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Very brave lad indeed. Kudos to the doc as well!

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True dat. Steady hand and reassuring calmness.

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