>well heeled big wheels
That's a lot of corporate jets. Is this normal for a Sunday morning, or is something "habbening"?
> It's been habbening repeatedly for a very long time. Perhaps longer than you have been alive. We just now have the tools.
What are so many biz jets doing on a Sunday morning?
As to the other, I remember how exciting it was to see the B-47's coming into March Field, though we loved to hear our B-29's rumbling and grumbling around those pesky little F80's.
My late uncle was a barnstormer in a Jenny. My Gma was friends with both Amelia Earhart and Jackie Cochran, though not at the same time. Dad was a maverick, joined in 1936, ended up in B-17's over Ploesti. Stationed at March before discharge.
I've got tons of pics and 16mm film from Foggia MAB where Dad was stationed after Casablanca and Sicily. 15th AF.
He was an Army Sgt in 1940 when they sent him to OCS and classes at Harvard AND Yale. As a staff officer 15th AF he flew "check" rides, most often in B17's, his favorite, because they could take punishment that would down a B-24 and still get you home.
>just really tired of sharing the world with little people
This!
We've outlived our usefulness. We have been exploited for millennia, used to extract the treasures of the earth and nature that they have now consolidated in the hands of perhaps 1/10 of one percent. All they need now are the technocrats and service sector.
For the poor bastards that survive the coming genocide they'll be faced with a technological tyranny that will make feudalism during the dark ages look like a day at the beach.
> preserve history.
I digitized the 16mm and copied the photographs. Sent all the originals to the Smithsonian A&S museum for curation with attached history. Joe Heller did a pretty good job capturing the zeitgeist of the time. People don't realize how much of Catch 22 was based on real people and events. My Dad knew 2/3 of the characters in the book in real life.
As for getting together? I'll buy you a beer at the parade.