I never tire of seeing them, or hearing the sound of their aircraft. But, since I’m spitting distance from Miramar, I get to hear other jets often.
Nice to talk to you again.
To you, too.
I am starting to post to see what happens. I can’t go into the details. “We’ll see,” as my father used to say all those years ago. He’s been gone now for several decades, which is a good thing, given the state of the country now.
I never left you all.