In the morning, and at night, we have unmarked helicopters circling our neighborhood. Have you ever heard a helicopter? It has a loud, monotonous white noise sound. It’s somewhere between menacing and soporific. It’s unnerving to hear one most days, seemingly right above your head, circling over your house.
At first I thought it was just happening in our neighborhood, that we lived near a prison and there were frequent escapes. Or that busy dignitaries were flying in for last-minute dinners, or traumatized children were being airlifted for a surgery. Then I was at the beach and saw one.
Real close, just going back and forth over the beach. Disturbing the tourists and beach-sleepers.
Of course I think of the Soul Coughing song every time I hear a helicopter. I used to have the whole soundtrack on tape.
What’s the deal LA? There aren’t any famous people, escaped convicts or trauma centers where I live. Don’t you have something better to do than circle over my neighborhood with your loud, un-funny roflcopters?