Thursday, August 24, 2006
Where the Wild Things Are
Dreaming of a place where giant bugs crawl around on trees, giant plants with big orange fruit cover the ground, and little pygmy men feast on anything that pleases them.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
National Night Out Military Style
I don't know if you have this in your neighborhood, but we had National Night Out a couple of weeks ago. This is another time when its cool to be near the military. For starters, Bruin has become obsessed with all things Fireman, Fire Trucks, Fire Hoses, even fires. 
Oversized Fire Dogs creep him out, but he likes their boots. 
The cool thing about National Night Out here is that Bruin gets to play with a .50 Caliber machine gun,
and the bomb squad likes to pick on the D.A.R.E lion. 
It is kind of lame trying to have a night where you are trying to keep kids, specifically teens, occupied and safe when they are basically under military lockdown anyway. They can't drive, there's no place to go other than the activity centers on base, they're always surrounded by fence, and the closest thing they can get to drugs is their parents cigarettes and beer. It is fun, but it just doesn't have the same effect that I think it would have in an American suburb where kids have actual troubles to deal with. Our biggest problem is actually with the sailors fresh from Boot Camp that can go find trouble downtown.
Oversized Fire Dogs creep him out, but he likes their boots. 
The cool thing about National Night Out here is that Bruin gets to play with a .50 Caliber machine gun,
and the bomb squad likes to pick on the D.A.R.E lion. 
It is kind of lame trying to have a night where you are trying to keep kids, specifically teens, occupied and safe when they are basically under military lockdown anyway. They can't drive, there's no place to go other than the activity centers on base, they're always surrounded by fence, and the closest thing they can get to drugs is their parents cigarettes and beer. It is fun, but it just doesn't have the same effect that I think it would have in an American suburb where kids have actual troubles to deal with. Our biggest problem is actually with the sailors fresh from Boot Camp that can go find trouble downtown.
Italian Tri-Color Airshow
This is later than I had hoped to post this, but we went to an airshow on base the other day. The nationally famous Frecce Tricolori team plus the Red Bull team and some others came to the base to show off. Red, white and green are the Italian colors, so they like to leave lots of colorful smoke trails. They were pretty amazing. A lot crazier than what people should be doing in high speed jets like that. One of the Italians I talked to said they don't fly as close as they used to, because of a crash that killed a bunch of spectators several years ago. I just can't imagine driving closer. I guess when you grow up cruising through town in your mother's arms while your dad weaves the scooter that you (and your sister and brother) are also riding on in and out of traffic; flying 50 feet from another jet must seem tame.
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