Today I learned that the only way to tolerate the Blue Angels teeth-rattling, thunderous fly-bys around San Francisco is to be in a place where you can actually see them flying around.
I'm not much of a military person, and don't generally expect to be impressed with seeing "American military might" in action, but I was generally awe-inspired seeing the jets fly over our gorgeous city today.
And since we get so little thunder and lightening in our fair city, when I'm back at home unable to see them in formation zipping to and fro, I'll just pretend like it's a nice thunder storm rolled in. And that it is somehow magically happening even with the clear blue sunny sky.
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