Sunday, August 21, 2011
The KC Air Show invaded our quiet neighborhood and rattled the windows as plane after plane buzzed our apartment building just across the river.
On Saturday we had the awful misfortune of witnessing the crash that killed a pilot after he lost control of his plane. On Sunday, though the show's pilots vowed to continue flying and kept to the air for an all-day spectacle.
We watched stunt planes, Russian Migs, Mustang fighters and an A-10 Warthog all buzz the rooftop of the Market Station apartments as we ate dips and drank away the afternoon.
The air show has a special place in my heart since it was the place, as a photographer, that I got this sweet photo when I tagged along with the U.S. Army Golden Knights when they did their arial parachute stunts:
The view was different this year, but amazing with the good people and good drinks.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Two years ago I met The Librarian at a house warming party.
I showed up alone and already reeking of cheap Kansas whiskey.
She was forced to go by another friend.
I was shouting at the room about how much I loved the movie District 9.
She also loved the movie, even though her volume was quieter and more polite in mixed company.
Two years later the amount of loud talk and enthusiasm for one another is still as strong as our enthusiasm for a movie about aliens.
Here's to year three and many more after.