There is NOTHING like the pure, unadulterated joy provided by an air show. Pop was a pilot before I came along, and he instilled in me an awe that is unparalleled when it comes to planes.
So when I heard the roar outside my window, I quickly ran to the parking garage. I just finished watching a practice run for Fair St. Louis this weekend, and I feel that at this very moment, I could not possibly be happier.
Sometimes I'm glad I have to work :)
Friday, July 2, 2010
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