There isn’t a whole lot to do around here, and in the several years we’ve been here I just couldn’t get excited about the yearly little rodeo, the little supercross, or the little county fair (a 3 minute walk from one end to the other, and you can see everything in 20 minutes).
But this 4th of July, the privately owned hangar/ airstrip in town hosted a little 3-day WWII airplane show, and for the first time I got excited about a town event! I hesitate to call it an airshow. Fleet Week is an airshow. But there were a couple birds in the air for a couple of flybys, and who can argue with the sound of a P-51?
That said, there were some nice machines there, including the oldest flying Boeing, a B-24, a B-17, and a TF-51 (trainer version of the P-51, and you could purchase an hour of in-flight training for $2,200!). The bombers were open for walk-through tours (when they weren’t out giving rides), and the kids all enjoyed seeing the planes up close.
After nearly an hour of correcting LK’s questions about planes “blasting off,” I told him he might offend the pilots if he kept talking about the planes like they were shuttles or rockets.
“It’s ‘take off,’ LK, not ‘blast off,'” I said.
“But shuttles are what I know!” he said.
“Pokado and I know horses!” Squeaky volunteered.
LK didn’t miss a beat. “So you and Pokado can say ‘Wow, that plane just rode off!'”