We have been going to church on Saturday night and that gives us Sunday to have adventures.
Our adventure this Sunday sure was fun and for the most part free. We didn't know when we started out we would stop for dinner but the truck just took us in that direction but I digress. That story is for later.
Jim did some research on the web, he does a lot of that. Finds out the good stuff to do and how to get there. We didn't leave until late morning, it was very overcast and not extremely hot so a nice break in the weather. We headed for Luke Air force Base. We went to handicap parking so we wouldn't have to be bussed in. Worked out fine. We were at the North parking lot and the edge of the airfield. Some people brought folding chairs and either sat in their pickups or behind their cars. Some icky man went to the bathroom right behind his pickup. Of course he was parked right next to us. How disgusting is that. They had Porto potties not far from us at all.
We just opened up the roof and I stood and had a front row seat to all the action. What a show they put on. Planes buzzing all over, diving, clouds of smoke trailing the Skye's. You should have see the men in parachutes with red smoke coming out of their feet. There must have been more than 6-10 of them. What a sight and the finally. THE THUNDER BIRDS. What a sight. Six jets flying across the sky doing acrobatic stuff. Barely missing each other and sometimes the six planes came together and made a flower with their smoke coming at each other and going up straight in the air. What a sight. Breath taking. It sure reminds you of the poem they used to show at the end of movies in the theater, I will have to get it and put it in here. It takes you breath away and puts you right with God. Oh how fun.
It goes
High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds,
— and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence.
Hov’ring there, I’ve chased the shouting wind along,
and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark, or even eagle flew
—And, while with silent lifting mind I have trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space,-
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
by John Gillespie Magee Jr.
He was killed in an air accident flying a Spitfire VZ-H . He was a poet and Soldier. Herman Hagedorn wrote the story of John Magee in 1942. I just think of the things he didn't write because of the young age of his death.
That is what you think about when you watch The Thunder Birds.
What a fun afternoon.
We left about 4pm and headed for DeDe's. She gave me an outdoor umbrella and stand and I wanted Jim to see her place. She lives about 5 miles from Sonja's. I need to get over to see Sonja again and spend the day or have her out here.
From DeDe's I saw Bell Road and wanted to drive by where we stayed for vacation one year. It was close to Bell and Frank Lloyd Wright Blvd. Didn't find that but we did find an Italian Restaurant we liked and threw out the notion of making dinner at home and stopped in there. We stopped at Carrabba's Italian Grill. Jim of course had Penne Franco and I had a wonderful pork chop dinner. The Bread was fantastic, so was the wine.
Our adventure this Sunday sure was fun and for the most part free. We didn't know when we started out we would stop for dinner but the truck just took us in that direction but I digress. That story is for later.
Jim did some research on the web, he does a lot of that. Finds out the good stuff to do and how to get there. We didn't leave until late morning, it was very overcast and not extremely hot so a nice break in the weather. We headed for Luke Air force Base. We went to handicap parking so we wouldn't have to be bussed in. Worked out fine. We were at the North parking lot and the edge of the airfield. Some people brought folding chairs and either sat in their pickups or behind their cars. Some icky man went to the bathroom right behind his pickup. Of course he was parked right next to us. How disgusting is that. They had Porto potties not far from us at all.
We just opened up the roof and I stood and had a front row seat to all the action. What a show they put on. Planes buzzing all over, diving, clouds of smoke trailing the Skye's. You should have see the men in parachutes with red smoke coming out of their feet. There must have been more than 6-10 of them. What a sight and the finally. THE THUNDER BIRDS. What a sight. Six jets flying across the sky doing acrobatic stuff. Barely missing each other and sometimes the six planes came together and made a flower with their smoke coming at each other and going up straight in the air. What a sight. Breath taking. It sure reminds you of the poem they used to show at the end of movies in the theater, I will have to get it and put it in here. It takes you breath away and puts you right with God. Oh how fun.
It goes
High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds,
— and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence.
Hov’ring there, I’ve chased the shouting wind along,
and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark, or even eagle flew
—And, while with silent lifting mind I have trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space,-
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
by John Gillespie Magee Jr.
He was killed in an air accident flying a Spitfire VZ-H . He was a poet and Soldier. Herman Hagedorn wrote the story of John Magee in 1942. I just think of the things he didn't write because of the young age of his death.
That is what you think about when you watch The Thunder Birds.
What a fun afternoon.
We left about 4pm and headed for DeDe's. She gave me an outdoor umbrella and stand and I wanted Jim to see her place. She lives about 5 miles from Sonja's. I need to get over to see Sonja again and spend the day or have her out here.
From DeDe's I saw Bell Road and wanted to drive by where we stayed for vacation one year. It was close to Bell and Frank Lloyd Wright Blvd. Didn't find that but we did find an Italian Restaurant we liked and threw out the notion of making dinner at home and stopped in there. We stopped at Carrabba's Italian Grill. Jim of course had Penne Franco and I had a wonderful pork chop dinner. The Bread was fantastic, so was the wine.
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