About thirty years ago, I was on my lunchbreak. I was returning back to work. I was driving down the street next to Centennial Park in Nashville when I spotted a giant white passenger airplane. It was hovering just over the trees. I had never seen anything that was that white. Instead of regular airplane wings, it had angel wings. Beside the wings were letters and numbers that were midnight blue. I could not remember any of them. I do remember how two of the passengers looked like. One was a girl, who was waving at people on the sidewalk below. The other was a man that was reading a paper. I realized that I was the only one seeing all this because the people walking on the sidewalk were completely unaware of what was right over their heads. Finally, a car was blowing at me from behind. I pointed at the airplane, but they continued to blow. I was backing up traffic. I was about three blocks from where I worked. I got back there as quick as I could and went on up to the fourteenth floor, which I worked on. I ran over to the windows and looked for the mysterious spooky airplane. I have never spotted that airplane again. Of course, all my co-workers thought I was crazy. But I know what I saw. I only wish that I had pulled my car over and parked. I could have continued to watch this supernatural angel-winged airplane.