I live right next to the local airport and the annual summer airshow starts next week.

This means that about once every thirty minutes or so my entire house vibrates and all sound is lost to the overbearing roar of plane engines streaking above my house. It is both a nice tradition and an irritant. Even though it occurs in my hometown and people flock here to see the jets and antiques, I have never been. I much prefer to watch it from below, and afar.

This photo was taken two years ago. It’s funny that now it’s one of my favourite pictures of silly me. I look pretty different now, but it’s still an accurate depiction…

Tomorrow my two best friends come into town, and I intend to make the most of that rare time.