Here’s how I spent my Sunday afternoon: Watching the best pilots in the world tear up the sky over Jacksonville Beach. The Blue Angels may be another big waste of taxpayer money, but at least you get a thrill out of it. You can’t say that about federal crop-price supports.
Just between you and me, I’ve always had a weakness for warplanes. I guess most American males do. We imagine ourselves up there, pushing the envelope. In lieu of that, we like to casually identify all the ones we know, believing against all evidence that such knowledge might impress a woman. It never does.
I like warplanes. I put about together about 250 Revell models during my formative years, old favorites like Fw-190s and P-51 Mustangs and F-86 Sabres. I occasionally emerged giddy from all the glue. I sometimes wonder now if that’s why I’m not as smart as I used to be. Oh well. No help for it now.
Anyway, I waited a lot of years to see the Blue Angels. Now I have. I don’t know what portion of my tax dollars goes into this kind of thing, but I’m going to say it’s money well spent.