A few years ago, I was flying into SnF in a borrowed airplane. The lady on the approach trailer had a smooth deep southern accent, and was handling traffic really well.
She addressed me: "Yella High Wing ovah the power plant, Rock your wings for me, Honey" I did.
She then cleared me to proceed toward the airport.
A couple minutes later, she came on with:
"Yella High Wing, I don't want ya'll to get excited now, but if you look down to your left, you're gonna see something white and going really fast. I don't know who he is, or where he's goin, and he ain't talking to me, but the good news is he missed ya'll. You go ahead and switch to tower now, and have fun"
I looked down and there was a Glasair, 300 or so feet below the prescribed altitude, and about 60 knots over the max speed, headed towards the airport.
It's a wonder they don't kill about ten a year there and at OSH.
Really amazing the entry procedures, though, and the controllers are great.
MTV