On this Memorial Day weekend 2015, I wanted to share a very cool, and very rare, experience I had two weeks ago.
A coalition of groups that maintain and fly vintage WWII aircraft helped organize a flyover on the National Mall of just about every still flyable piece of vintage metal we’ve got.
I was angry at myself for not hearing about, nor planning my day adequately, to get my ass down to the Mall to see it in person – since I had assembled many of these airplanes as plastic models while a kid – when I heard a noise overhead at my house, some 45 miles to the west of downtown D.C.
And there it was… the roar of freedom. Plane, after plane, after plane. I got a small sample of them with the video camera.