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We headed out to Air Park this afternoon to watch the Lincoln Airshow (although I think it's official name is something like "Guardians of Freedom Airshow"). I was delighted to find that inside my husband still lives the spirit of the most charming eight-year-old boy. We brought home toys. I'll leave it at that.
That is a fabulous picture!
Those aren't toys... they're scale model replicas of aircraft that defend our freedom. There is a difference. :)
If you want to see a group of grown men let their guard down and allow themselves to be filled with wonder like they were when they were kids, just take them out to watch jets fly really fast and almost run into each other. That'll do it every time.
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