The Air Show

When Miss Smarty Pants and I were kids, Dad, and sometimes Mom, would take us to the Air Show to watch the Thunderbirds fly. While we were there, we could walk through the big cargo planes, look into the fighter jets, and see all kinds of wonderful things. We have such good memories from those times. Well, except that one time when 200,000 OTHER people showed up, so we had to walk home in the really HOT weather, but at least it makes for a good story.

Fast Forward 30 years.

The Thunderbirds were coming to town...here...by us. Nana and Grandpa wondered if The Present might want to go. Of course he would. It's beautiful in the desert this time of year, he loves planes and he loves to fly. So off we went.

I was a great day, and left us with great memories. The Present loved to look at the planes, he loved sitting in them, and flying the red one. I will never forget the look on his face when he heard the roar of the Thunderbirds overhead. Yes a great day, and great memories indeed. I can't wait until next time, when we can take Dimples too.