Every year, someone says the same thing: "This is the last year that they're doing Fleet Week." But every year, it happens again.
The Blue Angels are buzzing the Wharf as I type this.
Every year, the first time they fly over, it scares the crap out of everybody. Because everyone has had a year to forget about the noise.
You don't just hear them coming: you feel them coming. The whole building starts to shake, like there's a really huge subwoofer hidden in the basement. The first time I ever heard this happen (in 1990 or 1991), I thought it was an earthquake.
So every few minutes, they swoop by over our building and back out across the bay or toward downtown (most years, at least one pilot gets into trouble for flying too low over the downtown area so that he's even with the windows of the upper stories). It will continue the rest of today, and will continue all throughout the day tomorrow as well.
And if I have to come to work this weekend, I'll have to force my way through the crowds of tourists coming to Fisherman's Wharf to watch die blaue Engeln.
Maybe I've just thought of a movie to watch ths weekend......
This is, er, golf cart body-surfing beer-drinking
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