The Glorious Fourth of July
Another Fourth of July is upon us. While we've had some very nasty, stormy weather, the worst of it missed my hometown. To the south of us, in places like Des Moines, they're still cleaning up from the horrific flash floods they had, but we missed that. Most of my hometown is built on bluffs overlooking the river, at a height above water level of at least six feet, but we've had times when the rain was too much. Not this time, though.
I went out to the local airport to eat the flight breakfast and see the air show. It was hot and steamy, but nothing I couldn't handle, and I enjoyed seeing the planes. There was a P-51 Mustang from the Commemorative (formerly Confederate) Air Force, a team of aerobatic flyers, and a lone aerobatic flyer in a red machine. It was great watching them flying around. As always, the crowd was very friendly.
I came back in to town for lunch and to read the paper. Once I was done with that, I came out again and it was so hot and unpleasant that I figured laying low in my own air conditioning until this evening, when I will go out to see the fireworks, was a good idea. I've developed a new respect for the sun since getting skin cancer.