The summer of 1989

. My Dad worked on the fire lookout tower atop Black Mountain. I stayed there with him for a month or so. He had me help to paint all the railings. My last task was to paint the radio antenna. Right after this picture a fighter jet flew right over my head, and I was hanging onto the antenna for dear life.

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Lilnonames · F

Could you feel the wind from it

Lostsavage · 46-50, M

@Lilnonames blew me off my feet. I really was hanging on there. Couldn't hear for about ten minutes. When I could my Dad was still cussing out the Air Force over the radio.

Lilnonames · F

@Lostsavage glad u was ok