Went to the local airshow today. Unfortunately there was a mishap just as we were arriving. One of the WWI replicas wound up in the corn but the pilot walked out unscathed. Actually the second mishap of the day. Early in the morning a single engine private plane with a V tail taxied where he wasn't supposed to, ignoring the ground handler who was directing him. He wound up boring a hole into a marshy area, totaling his aircraft. Idiot.The Fokker crash shut down the flying for quite a while so in the mean time I took some pics of parked aircraft. Pretty soon my wife's cell phone rang. 23 year old step daughter drama, rut roh! I let her be and wandered into the hangar, walking & gawking and taking more pics. She came and found me in no time. "Honey, we have to go".

I asked her what was up. "She needs me". IOW, no straight answer forthcoming so this could mean anything from her boyfriend ran out of turtle wax for his monster truck to her horse has the hiccups again

. Shit. Just as the flying was starting up again too. Maybe I can sneak back down tomorrow. (As it turns out, I was right as usual, the sky was not falling but I'll spare you the details).
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