Wednesday, July 21, 2010

"Ze plane, ze plane!"

For Father's Day this year, me and my brothers bought our parents tickets to the air show in Duluth (at our mother's insistence). It's something they've talked about going to for years, but they just hadn't gotten around to it yet...of course, it hasn't helped that our only encounter with the air show was an incredibly unpleasant trip to the airport during the years I lived in Montana, when I inadvertently scheduled a flight out of Duluth on the day the air show started. BIG MISTAKE. Traffic was backed-up and at a standstill from the airport down to the intersection of Mesaba and Central Entrance. It was a nightmare and we only managed to make it to the airport on time because (A.) I'd lived in Duluth and knew how to get to some back streets, and (B.) I encouraged my father to drive through a couple of ditches.

But I digress.

The air show was fun on the whole, and my parents really enjoyed it. Their sound system was pretty terrible, though, so we couldn't hear most of the narration happening throughout the acts. I think we missed a lot because of that. Also, there seemed to be some incredibly long lulls between flights at times; partly, this appeared to be due to them having to let regular air traffic through (flights from Minneapolis/Detroit/etc.), but since we couldn't hear the loudspeakers most of the time (except during the commercial breaks...we heard all of the local casinos' ads loud & clear, oddly enough) it was hard to know what was going on.

One of the show's highlights was a re-enactment of the bombing of Pearl Harbor.

The Pearl Harbor re-enactment. Let's just say there were a lot of South Park "Chinpokomon" references being made amongst my group.

Almost too much awesomeness for one picture.

Which led to me and the boys quoting this episode of South Park about eight hundred times.

The other high point was watching the Thunderbirds zoom around.

The Thunderbirds!

Thunderbirds! Zoom!

We killed some time at the museum 'round back after the show finished, to wait for the traffic rush to die down...


And that worked like a charm. It was a hell of a lot easier to find our cars, anyway.

There are benefits to being the last ones out...

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