Yesterday morning I walked a couple blocks down the street and stood on a corner, looking up at a hillside not far away. Within minutes, a B-2 flying wing stealth bomber came over the hill, nosed down and flew straight at me. It did a banking turn right over my head, so low it seemed I could almost reach up and touch it. It leveled out and flew down the street. A few seconds later, it poured some coals on just to make some noise.
(I'm not far from where the Rose Parade starts.)