The $#!&^%* Air Show
When I go back to work after the long wkend, workmates will say, "So, did you go to the air show?" I reply, "I don't have to go to the airshow. I live in Parkdale - the air show comes to me."
As yet another ear-splitting roar dissipated, my 14 year old daughter quipped, "So, mom; when do the bombs start falling?"
To be honest, my feelings are mixed; there's the "wow, neat!" factor. Probably most Canadians haven't seen a Stealth bomber fly close overhead. And the Snowbirds are pretty.