Life With Marlene

Wide Blue Yonder

So I called my mother on Sunday to let her know I was back from vacation. Mark and I actually came back on Saturday, so we could have Sunday to do laundry and get the house in order before we both went back to work on Monday.

As we were talking, I heard a sound like thunder. “Oh, it's those damn Blue Angels again,” my mother said. “I hate air shows. I mean, they are so restrictive. People pay like $14 to look at airplanes fly overheard. Big deal. I can see the planes fly, too. They used to have them [the air shows] on the beach and no one had to pay.”

Marlene paused. “It's corporate greed,” she said, darkly. “Corporate greed has taken over the air shows.”

I didn't know my mother felt so strongly about air shows.