Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Despite the absolutely perfect weather, the show wasn't all that crowded. We walked around for a little bit, until we found a nice spot of shade under a C-20's horizontal stabilizer, courtesy of the good folks at VR-48. Note to air show guests: the brown stuff leaking out of the bottom of the engine nacelle is probably oil. The blue liquid leaking out of the bottom of the fuselage is most certainly not oil. You probably shouldn't be touching it. Or smelling it.
Since we were both hungry, we bought the world's most expensive hotdog and fries, and lunched to the wonderful sounds of P&W Radials and R&R Merlins. I don't care who you are, but there is nothing in the world like a P-51, wide open, at low altitude. I need a moment just thinking about it...
"Don't you want to see some more airplanes?"
"No. I'm good"
"Are you sure? I can tell you why the EA-6B refueling probe is installed at an angle. Or how thrust vectoring works."
"Nah. I just want to ride on the shuttle bus again."
Oh well, she did put up with it for over 2 hours. And we did see the Raptor demo while walking back to the bus. It may have some O2 problems, but that plane did some pretty impressive things. Also, while it may be stealthy, it sure as heck isn't silent.
At this point, you're probably wondering where all the pictures are. Honestly, I didn't really take any. You can find far better pictures of just about anything they had using the good old Google machine.
After an uneventful ride home, we found The Wife hard at work in the garden.
To be honest, there was more posing than actual digging/planting. But that's OK. Working hard is only worthwhile if you look FABULOUS while doing it. Right?
By now it was time for The Pirate to wake up from her nap, so we grabbed a blanket and some toys to spend some time in the yard. I don't know about you, but she seemed to enjoy it. A lot.
I figure this might be a good place for some gratuitous pics of the girls being cute.
A good time was had by all, and once we're well and truly done planting all the flowers, I'll put up some pictures.
* On Names:
My daughters are Aggie and The Pirate. Aggie just turned 5, and The Pirate just turned one. Their Noms du Blog are based on their initials. Aggie's are AG, and The Pirate's are, well, something pirates say. I wish they were cooler stories, like one was born in Texas, and the other was born whilst sailing the Spanish Main, but the truth is (as usual) rather mundane.
Friday, May 11, 2012
About 2 months ago, Aggie, (the elder) announced that she wanted a Richard Scarry Busytown theme for her fifth birthday party. Seeing as how I grew up reading his books too, I was thrilled. The Wife ordered all the accoutrements, and even made a Busytown cake.
It's a little hard to see from this angle, but the cake is a road shaped like the number 5. We had to sort through a lot of M&Ms for the decorating. Ate a lot of orange ones that day, my friend.
We played "Pin the Tail on Huckle" and a good time was had by all.
Aggie wasn't the only one having a birthday. The Pirate turned one, which was a big milestone, even if the birthday girl was not completely aware of what the hubub was all about.
She got some cake, but didn't quite know what to make of it.
At least she tried it, which is all we can ask.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
The Thomas A. Dixon Observation Area is part of the BWI Trail, a county-administered park and playground just to the south of Runway 33L.
I have to say, it was pretty cool. They even had a playground with slides and swings. For some reason, Aggie* (the 4 year-old) lost interest after the 7th or 8th Southwest Airlines 737 come in for a landing. In fact, this is the only picture she would allow me to take of her.
* New nicknames for the kids. Aggie is the older one, and The Pirate is the little one.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
One of the things that you learn by being in the military is that traditions mean something. They’re important. We wear swords and sabers. We get medals and ribbons. We salute. Some of these things, like the salute, are functional. They remind us of where we stand in the pecking order. That’s good in a more-or-less fully functioning meritocracy. Some are purely window dressing. Sure, my ribbon rack is a short-form resume, but the sword is only good for cutting cake and impressing the ladies.
“Oh my. It’s so… long.”
Where was I? Oh, right. Tradition.
Sometimes, traditions fall victim to economic reality. We have to do away with things because it just doesn’t make sense to spend the money. We used to have (in the Navy at least) up to four different clubs on the larger bases and stations. There was the E-Club, the Acey-Ducey Club, the Chief’s Club, and the hallowed grounds of the Officer’s Club. It’s pretty rare to find even 2 clubs these days. Oceana still has an E Club and an O Club, but that’s pretty rare. Cutbacks. As a club become less frequented, it becomes harder to justify the expense. Ergo; the “Combined Club.” All ranks welcome. We don’t discriminate.
Which has its plusses and minuses. Neither of which are the subject of this post.
As I said, I realize that there are economic realities that force us to change well-loved, nay, beloved traditions. Things we have known about for as long as we remember. Cherished parts of our collective past we are loathe to surrender. I get it. We must, on occasion, yield.
But not this.
This is not forgivable. And it’s a shame.
Cross-posted at The Lexicans.