re: Chilling?
The day I start to have panic attacks because some contractor purchases a bunch of prop planes, is the day I grab a flashlight, look in the mirror and see if I have received a concussion.
You, Lindy, Art, Eric et al can stay up late and listen for the dreaded buzz of the incoming planes as they perform their obviously sinister missions - I'll be reading something good by the pool & enjoying a pitcher of numbingly cold iced tea.
;-)