Our activity for the evening was to head into Hanford, the nearby town, where Erik would be participating in a flyover for their monthly street fair (very small town America, but cute!). The sweltering heat of the afternoon made way for some ominous thunderclouds, and it even rained for a bit (a rarity here, I'm told). We pressed on and hoped for the best, even after the cautious Skipper (that's the squandron's bigwig), in his gleaming dress whites, told us he was going to "put the kibosh" on the flyover due to the lightning (there were two bolts in all. I'm telling you, they're simply not used to anything but sun around here). Apparently, he decided otherwise and at 7:00 sharp, Erik and another officer zipped above the town square to a roaring applause. It was pretty exciting, especially because it was the first time Elfie (Erik's mom) saw him fly. Afterwards, the three of us whetted our whistles with a pitcher of Blue Moon (5 dollahs!) from Fattie Alberts pizza shop and took home a big pie for dinner...my last one in Lemoore :-( Tomorrow, it's chez Quantus Airlines!
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