Moss, is humor writer from Tennessee. She writes a
weekly human interest column about daily life and the funny
things that happen to everyone.
She has written for the Daily News of Kingsport, Griffin Journal,
Oakridge Now, Atlanta Woman Magazine, Aberdeen Examiner, Angleton
Advocate, and Smyrna AM, a supplement of the Murfreesboro Daily News
Journal. She has been
published by Voyageur Press, McGraw Hill, and the good folks
at Guidepost Books. Her articles have appeared in
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||The Blue Angels...
Wild, Blue, Yonder
cameÖ they flewÖ theyíre gone!
After five long years, they finally brought back the airshow!
Iíve missed it since it was canceled shortly after 9/11. I
donít know where itís been or why it took so long. I only
know itís back, and like all the other fans
around here, I couldnít be happier.
I didnít have an inkling until I saw the flashing sign on the
highway, AIRSHOW. We whizzed by it, but I was sure it said
airshow. I rushed to the computer when I got home to Google ďairshowĒ.
Yep, there it was in black
and white, or electronic letters Ė whatever.
I used to have my own little set of rules on how to go to an
airshow. It must have been too long since Iíve been to one,
because I didnít obey my own rules too well.
Rule One is get your tickets early and save five bucks per
ticket. Problem was, I couldnít figure out where to get them,
some bank Iíd never heard of. Once again, I was saved by the
Internet and found it was in a grocery store. But I got there
late and had to stand in line for 30 minutes. Fifty thousand
people going to an airshow and one person selling tickets. No
wonder people just get tickets at the gate.
Rule Two is go early to stake your claim on a good spot up
front. We overslept. I didnít have anything ready. I had to
dig through the garage to find lawn chairs and then dust off
Rule Three is take your own food because they charge $3 for a
bottle of water. I didnít have anything to take, so I just
grabbed up what I could find, water, apples, and diet soda. It
wasnít enough for an entire day.
We had to wait in another long line to park. They didnít seem
as organized as they used to be. I guess it had been a long time
for them too. By the time we got in and dragged our chairs a
mile across the parking lot, all hope of a spot anywhere close
to the front line was gone.
I noticed that we were hopelessly out of fashion with our heavy
folding lawn chairs. Everyone else had the collapsible kind with
its own portable tote bags. Two out of our four were broken, so
we had to be careful how we sat on them. Lawn chair upgrades
were sorely needed.
Rule Four is to take sunscreen and sunhats. I did remember that,
thank goodness! I couldnít find my airshow hat with the small
brim and had to wear my fishing hat, but it was a hat. I used
sunscreen, but I forgot about my feet. Who would expect feet to
The flying was just as fabulous as in all other years as the
show unfolded against a clear blue sky. There were loops,
spirals, Cuban eights, near passes, bombs, synchronized
acrobatics and other thrilling demonstrations of manís artful
mastery of the air.
I wonder what it is about an air show that captures the
imagination and holds thousands spellbound as they watch the
various aerial feats. Probably something as basic as manís
discovery of the airplane itself, the dream of escaping our
earthbound existence and flying like the birds.
It has to be something inexplicable to get people to sit in the
hot sun for five hours looking up. But it was a first-rate show,
even though I still have sunburned feet.
Iím already thinking about next year. I saw those portable
lawn chairs on sale! And my grandson, who attended for the first
time, would like to add his idea, ďNext time, letís get an
umbrella.Ē Sounds like a plan to me.
And, if it isnít too much trouble, let us know about it a bit
sooner next time!
Copyright 2005 Sheila Moss
Nashville, TN 37219
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