I have so much to tell you about Texas, but I really need to write more of last year down before I forget.

In the early weeks of the pandemic, one of my favorite things were the flyovers that were organized. I grew up attending air shows with my dad. The Blue Angels, sunburns, hammer head stalls, and popsicles remind me of hot days spent watching majestic planes fly overhead. Both grandfathers were pilots, so maybe that is where a little bit of my fascination came from.

I carefully studied the flyover map and read our neighborhood message board. I picked out a nearby parking lot they would be flying over and decided we’d have our first big family outing.

The kids were so patient with me as we waited. I was a little surprised when the parking lot was completely empty, but I figured people were just being very, very careful and staying home.

Brian gently asked if I could check the details once more. He knows that I hate to be wrong, but he also knows that dates are not my strong suit.

I was a day off. I humbly apologized to everyone and Julia suggested cloud watching.

We found a Viking Boat bound for home in the lovely sky and called it a victory.

To be continued…