Two A-10 Thunderbolts just flew over our subdivision - low and slow and loud. I saw the shadows before I saw the jets, taking a leisurely tour of the county.
Jon came running downstairs. "How cool was that!" he shouted. "Otto, did you see those? Warthogs! They call them tank-killers!"
"Really?" said Otto, pulled away from Ninjago to look out the patio door.
We just had a great weekend with Michel and Herb, and spent a lot of it talking and thinking about summer. Otto has 2 weeks of school left, and we have one more week of soccer. Otto and I have started a long list of things we'd like to do - go to Sleeping Bear Dunes, visit Canada, go to the water park at least twice. Visit Aunt Amanda and learn more about horses (Bel, especially). Go to Madison for a continuing ed class over a long weekend (me).
I called Jon the other morning and said "you'd better start thinking about air shows, too."
"Why?" he asked.
"The kids want to go to an air show again this summer, and I know you weren't that excited by the lineup for our local air show this year."
"Ooooh," he said. Then, "Wait, they want to do the air show again?" (I don't know why he was surprised...)
"Yes," I said, and had to explain. Otto was playing DJ the other morning on the way to school and qeued up AC/DC's Thunderstruck. Annabel said, "What song is this, mama?" I reminded her that she'd heard it during the air show last summer; in fact, she shouted "Mama, rock n roll!" just as Fat Albert roared in.
The two of them started chattering about the air show, talking over each other and getting more and more excited about what they might see this year. So, Jon is now investigating air show prospects and wondering if we can spring for a $350 private tent with beverages included and private porta-potties. I gave him the squinty eye and he said defensively, "hey, free refills!"
And you know, as hot as the air strip gets, that's worth quite a bit. If they tossed in multiple bottles of sunscreen, they might have a deal.
Both of my grandfathers, and both of Jon's, served in the armed forces. So did my dad and Jon's uncle. And of course his brother and sister-in-law are still in, representing the current generation. I'm sure Jon would still be a military history geek even if the family background wasn't there, but we usually try to reference back to those people when we watch flyovers or visit museums with military exhibits. That's who we think of on days like today, and we hope the kids will too.
AC/DC soundtrack optional.