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Change of Tone
Cognitive Dissonance
Hyvää Itsenäisyyspäivää!
Light a Match, Would Ya?
Apparently the War in Iraq is Going "Fair to Middlin', Pass The Collards"
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No, I am Not Tempting Google, Why do You ask?
Pushin' Forward Back*

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June 24, 2006

The Dream Lives On

Hello, dear readers, I hope you're having a fine and wonderful weekend.

We took the kids out to the Rocky Mountain EAA Regional Fly-in for the day. Ewan, at a mere seven months of age, was more interested in napping or being on the boob than watching airplanes, but Fiona loved it.

Once upon a long time ago, shortly after Top Gun made every teenage boy want to be a Navy fighter pilot (or perhaps a Navy volleyball towel boy, depending on which way you lean), I was heavily into planes, even to the sad point that I could identify some jets just by the sound of their engine (I seem to remember the F-4 having a bit of a whine to it). Now, however, I'm left only to dream of what might have been*.

Fiona responded enthusiastically to my suggestions of some plane posters for her room... maybe a model or two from the ceiling... some books... the works.

I have passed the torch unto a new generation. My dream, unfufilled, burns with the fury of JET A-1 within the heart of my little girl.

You know, until something else catches her fancy in a month.

In the meantime, though, we're going to watch Van Halen's "Dreams" video... or maybe this Thunderbirds video.

Or maybe, just maybe, I'll be pulling out the Top Gun DVD tonight. Awwww, yeah.

* Of course, that "legally blind in left eye" thing is a bit of a show-stopper for the armed forces. I do wonder if I'm able to get a private pilot's license though... that's be fun.

Posted by Andy at 06:05 PM