just to watch them fly
Young Phil dreamed of being a pilot, but neither the requisite monetary nor military sponsorship came through, so he became simply a plane devotee. He basks in their history, crafting, community, music, and above all aims to know their magnificent action by freezing it in photographs. Among the key items on his checklist of revelry are the National Air Races in Reno . He made it there for the first time in 2012 and was sold; the annual pilgrimage became a priority. Cancer interfered the very next year, but his new friends in Section 3 sent the spirit of the races right to our living room with love and artifacts. Once it was clear he'd be able to go back in 2014, I wanted to go, too. Far more than the flying, which I only care about by proxy, I care about getting away with my husband -- as the patchy blog shows, our opportunities to do so are precious few. And escaping to places where gambling and going to the pool are the main activities? Sign me up every time. I had been to R...