No potatoes. No carrots. They did have broccoli and cauliflower and blueberries, so that’s what we got. No cottage cheese. Three containers of yogurt; I took one. There was milk and cheese and sauerkraut.
Canned food aisle? Fuhgeddaboudit. And no bread, not a loaf.
Breakfast cereal? Don’t make me laugh. There were several boxes of bran flakes, but that’s it.
And there was some frozen seafood. Probably because that’s one of the priciest items in the store.
The 2019 Bowman Festival of airplanes. And a bunch of other stuff these days to get more people in, but I’m really only interested in the airplanes.
There was a classic Bell 47 flying all day.
The Bell 47 was featured in the TV show Whirlybirds, which, along with Bullwinkle, was my favorite TV show when I was little.
There were lots of what I call Real Airplanes that look like airplanes are supposed to look .
Including this C-47 (aka DC-3). The pilot was sitting inside and I was able to discuss with him some of the handling issues that I have been having with the DC-3 in Flight Simulator. You can learn a lot from the man who flies one.
You could walk through this old bomber from nose to tail. The bomb bay was a little tight for me. And fortunately they had a ladder (above) so you did not have to enter Gregory Peck-style.
Here’s the instrument cluster from a homemade plane.
Tachometer, oil pressure, altimeter, compass, air speed, and inclinometer.
Attitude indicator? Just look at the horizon. If you can’t see the horizon, you shouldn’t be up in this plane in the first place.
Vertical Speed Indicator? Just look at how fast the ground is going away (or coming up). If you can’t see the ground, well.
ADF, VOR, COM? Radios? You don’t need no stinkin’ radio. Actually, I did speak with the owner and he said there is one hidden out of sight so that he can use controlled airspace when necessary. Like when flying to the airshow!
And note the padded dashboard for those less-than-perfect landings.
Another beautifully restored old plane, this one came down from Chicago. The owner said he’d be taking it back early today, as there was a rainy cold front moving in.
The Experimental Aircraft Association were there with some of their very dangerous-looking homebuilt airplanes. One tiny one was powered by this cute three cylinder radial:
There were several other craft flying around (and rattling the windows in our house), including a B-25, an incredibly loud TBM Avenger, and a P-51.
Our annual trip to the Kentucky State Fair (We went on Senior Day, and got in free). It was hot, as usual. There were very few parking lot shuttles; nowhere near enough for the demand on such a day. There used to be plenty of the tractor-drawn wagons that one could ride. I think they may have privatized the service.
This year they had several large fiberglass animals at the entrance. To get you in the mood, I suppose.
CVH always looks forward to her State Fair Corn Dog each year. She arrived just as they started frying, and got a fresh hand dipped dog (not a Sysco dog from Houston). This year I refrained from eating an elephant ear or a large fried whatever and I felt much better.
The State Police had an small helicopter that you could get inside. I thought it was so cool to see the actual implementation of what I was familiar with only through Flight Simulator. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get a good photo of the copter, but here is CVH posing as a pilot.
We watched a magician escape from a locked box. He had a young female assistant in a sparkly outfit (some things never change). It wasn’t too hard to figure out how the magic box worked, but it was amazing that a guy his age could do it so quickly.
The Culinary Competition
Last year, for the first time, CVH entered the culinary competition. She baked a pound cake.
It did not win an award.
When we went to the displays, we studied the award winners very carefully to see what it was the judges were looking for. All of the top pound cakes had a much tighter crumb than CVH’s, and their crust was very light (her cake had a darker crust). So this year she bought a silver flute pan instead of the dark one she used last year, and she strove for a denser cake.
Imagine our shock when we saw this year’s winning cake. It had not been cooked in a flute pan at all, was glazed (in clear violation of the standard), and had a nearly burnt crust. Unfair at the fair!
However, we regained our composure and enjoyed the rest of the day.
Finally, there was the always popular baby duck exhibit.
We took a quick trip up to Chicago this weekend. Summertime is a nice time to visit Chicago, although you can get a little sweaty.
I took the time to visit some parts of town that I hadn’t seen before. In Rogers Park, I saw this nice Frank Lloyd Wright house.
There was this rabbit thing in that front yard, above. I thought, “What a strange decoration to put in front of a Wright house,” and then it wiggled its nose at me. “You’re a real rabbit!” I exclaimed. A rabbit. In the city. How strange.
I walked on down the block, and suddenly another rabbit hopped across the sidewalk in front of me (this was along a busy thoroughfare, mind you). A postal person was coming the other way and I stopped him to ask if he usually saw rabbits on his rounds, because I had just seen two on this block.
“I think someone around here feeds them,” he said. “You’re not going crazy.” Well, that was a close call with a Silver Alert.
Around lunchtime it started to rain, so CVH and I ducked into a Pakistani restaurant in a little strip center. It certainly did not look like much, but any port in a storm. Shan Restaurant, since 1992. Turns out they have a wide menu:
The food was quite good, but very hot. You will need an order of rice to go with the dal or okra. Once mixed with rice, however, it is perfect.
That evening we needed to go from our hotel on the West Loop over to another hotel over by Michigan and the river. Since the weather was nice, we decided to try the water taxi.
The water taxi works well; it’s about as fast as ground transportation during rush hour, and you get a good scenic tour, to boot.
For dinner Saturday night, there was delicious Gino’s East deep dish spinach pizza.
When we got home, the air conditioner was broken.
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CVH and I celebrated our nth anniversary this weekend.
First, we checked into a local hotel:
There was a Whole Foods nearby, where we discovered that for $5 to $10 you can get a healthy, tasty meal. Considering that you would spend that amount for crap from some fast-food joint, it makes Whole Foods a bargain, and I never thought I’d say those words.
After eating lunch there, we picked up some items for that evening’s dinner.
The shopping mall was also right around the corner.
What I should have worn
We walked the entire mall. According to CVH’s FitBit, this was over ten thousand steps. I discovered that, at least at my age, ten thousand steps in a pair of cheap sneakers is a lot different than ten thousand steps in a pair of Merrells.
The mall still appears to be a going concern, although today’s tenant stores suggest that a lower-profit margin market is moving in, and I suspect that means lower rents. We shopped the clearance rack at JC Penney’s, and bought chocolate and candy at the candy store. The record store is still there, although much smaller (a discount shoe store is in its old location); CVH got a Temptations and a Diana Ross CD. We needed a entertainment option for the evening, and I found a DVD of Scorsese’s The Aviator. One of my favorite movies; I got it for $3, a sacrilege.
The next morning, we walked across the street to the fancy gym and relaxed in the hot tub before coming home. Do I know how to show a girl a good time, or what?