It was another wonderful sunny weekend here in Washington. Yesterday we took my grandson to the McChord AFB Airshow. There were vintage fighters, as well as the Thunderbirds performing. I had seen them practice over my house during the week, as I only live about 2 miles from base, and then Friday I rode over to their flightpath to land, hoping to 'feel' em until a cop chased me away, bah! FAA rules! So I moved to the fenced area on the side of the field and just sat and watched as they would fly out of nowhere overhead, so close you could see them inside. Then the sound would follow. So at the show yesterday, we had a blast, and he's now in love with jets.

Today I rode up to Seattle to see old friends at the Seattle Seafair Pow-Wow. I worked for 12 years at a native health care facility as Systems Administrator, and once a year at this pow-wow I can see a few of them. Older, grayer, and big happy smiles. It was a gorgeous ride, along the waterfront and looking across the Sound at the Olympics, and heading South back home and having Mt. Rainier in view. And riding alone. I got so hot up there that I couldn't wait to hop back on and head home. Only to have the Thunderbirds flying overhead as I took my exit off I-5. I wonder if anyone looked at me funny as I whooped and hollered with my fist in the air as they flew over my head while I was riding? Who gives a crap.

God bless our troops.