Living in an area along Lk Michigan where there was constant air traffic overhead, you don't always look up when you hear a plane. That morning, on my way our of the house to the office, I heard jets coming across and over. I looked out over the lake and saw the trails from 3 jet fighters heading east....no other trails. I said a prayer. There were no planes in the sky. A very uncomfortable feeling. When I got to work my daughter called and told us what happened. |