It's Not at All About Jewelry

So what is it about the sound of a military jet aloft that makes me feel so exhilarated? I'm baking peach crisp, gearing up for the Chicago Air and Water Show. Practice is underway, against a crystal clear blue sky - a perfect 75 degrees with a slight breeze. Perfect day for flying. As they bank out of the exhibition area, the bigger jets circle back over my house. Chicken skin every time. I've always loved flying. Took flying lessons myself at age 15, but never got my license. Cheerleading took me away from it. I wasn't good at math and the calculations were pretty intimidating. My Dad was a pilot and served in the Army Air Corps, enlisted as a cadet in 1942. He contracted a major illness in boot camp and was in a military hospital for 13 months, then discharged. He always felt guilty and left out, not having been able to serve with his friends. As a result, he had a kind of overly-romanticized idea of the military all his life. I guess it really isn't such a great mystery after all...See them jets, Daddy?