I visited Daddy's grave today and was treated to my very own private showing of the Blue Angels. Actually, I think I read a sign as I entered the Base announcing the air show was in honor of the Blue Angeles Change of Command. For what ever reason, I had the cemetery to myself.
Daddy was Navy for a couple of years before he joined the Air Force and he loved to see the Blue Angels perform. As a result, every time they came to whatever base we were stationed at, we went to the Air Show to support them.
Today's show reminded me of all the good times we had on those family outings. While there is nothing like the pomp and circumstance of military traditions, we only went to the viewing stands once. Most of the time we would find a quiet, out of the way place, throw down a blanket and picnic while we watched their daring acrobatic maneuvers.
Even though I stumbled on them today, and I didn't plan a picnic, it was still a treat to share the Air Show with Daddy. The icing on the cake came when the Cemetary sound system played a lone bugle song. I'm not sure of it's name but I'll have to find out.
The Blue Angles were thrilling Daddy. You would have enjoyed today's show.
Love ya!
About Me
- Loulymar
- My bags are packed and I'm always ready to seek out an adventure with Bandit and Moggy in tow. Bandit is my thirteen year old Chinese Crested, who I frequently call The Bald One or The BaldOne Boy (like he was one of the Baldwin Brothers). Moggy’s full name is Pip-Moggy. He’s my two year old gansta-resuce kitty. I couldn’t decide between Pip (which are the spots on die and domino tiles) and Moggy (or Moggie when I mistakenly thought he was a she), so I combined the two. Moggy refers to the British term for "cat of unknown parentage .” So in essence, I have an almost bald dog, and I’ve named my cat “Spot.”
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