Fleet Week has always been one of my favorite times of the year to be in San Francisco. Always loved those Friday afternoon fly-bys, seeing those Blue Angels skim skyscrapers and slip beneth the Golden Gate Bridge.
I remember one time shakin’ my groove thing at Golden Gate Park as the Blue Angels screamed overhead along the Ocen Beach coast line — mix of hippy tunes and thunderous military might.
When my boy was just five months old, I stuffed him into the kangaroo pouch and stepped up to Coit Tower. He was born wide-eyed, and on that day he really did try to train his little eyes on aircraft speeding mightily above us.
But this year was a whole new, Imperial Fleet Week experience! Thanks for my Intel buddy Jeff for sharing this with me, replying to my Fleet Week Twitters.
Movin' Ahead 