Some years ago, the airport in our city was located within city limits, in fact, our house was directly in the flight path. Every night flights used to land and take off - mostly international flights - or land. Just as one was slipping off into a different dimension of consciousness, there would be a distant rumble in the sky. one would still be trying to gather one's befuddled senses together
, when as if on cue from an imaginary orchestra conductor, all the stray dogs in the area would set up a howl - good enough to give all the falsettos and sopranos of the world a run for their money. As accompaniment there would be a host of car alarms, which would be set off and this nocturnal opera would continue for a while. then just as abruptly - as if nothing had happened - the music would come to an end . One would be getting ready to take off into zoo zoo land once more, when five minutes later, as if grieved at all these strange flying objects, a lone, solitary howl would be set up - the finishing touches of the opera - and two minutes later peace would reign again. We were indeed fortunate to be treated to so many symphonies free of charge
. They were quite enough to give Beethoven and Mozart a run for their money.

