If they see them, they think they can hear them.
A high school near Chuck Rudner's house has a big field that's a pretty nice place to fly. A mean old man lives next to it. He yells and hollers at any suggestion of model aviation (a half-A sputtering in a four-cycle on the sidewalk when I encountered him). One day Chuck's brother was visiting, so he and Chuck went to the school to fly some kites. Thinking they were airplanes, the mean old man yelled and hollered at the Rudners, who ignored him. "You missed the boat." I told Chuck upon hearing the story. I told Chuck he should have told the mean old man that Chuck is a taxpayer and he would fly here anytime he wants and make as much racket as he wanted. The police would be summoned and find the Rudners quietly flying kites. Then when the police left, they should go home, get the Nelsons, come back and fly some combat.