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A few weeks back my guy and I were bringing in the groceries when two F-16 jet fighters flew over our house. As in literally right over the house. There's a cargo airport not far from us, so we see big planes all the time, but these jets were a first. Since I was pretty sure my corner of the country hadn't gone to war, I went online, did a little digging and found out the Thunderbirds were performing in an air show in our region the next day.

We decided to drive over to where they were performing to see if we could catch them on film.

I've watched them perform many times over the years and it never fails to thrill me to watch the precision flying.

My guy really loves aircraft of all kinds so it was a real treat for him, too.

So many kids were watching on the side of the road with us, and cheered and waved. I hope these pilots never stop inspiring people with their amazing shows.

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Maria Zannini said…
Greg really loves aircraft too. He amazes me how he can identify all these planes from a partial silhouette. We used to go to airshows all the time in our 30s. We should go again.
November 10, 2022 at 2:45 PM
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