All of my life I have been the person with connections. I have met important people, shook hands with high rollers, partied with rock stars, schmoozed with supermodels, dined with political powerhouses, and may have even slipped my phone number to a Chicago Bear or two (Brian Urlacher if you are reading this, it's too late. I'm happily married)... so it was a little strange for me to have to rely on my little sister's connections with a few of the Thunderbird Pilots in order to get some great photos for my kid.
My sister Claire is in town. She is married to a F-16 pilot. I introduced them. They fell in love thanks to me. Anyway... the F-16 world being as small as it is, her husband is friends with a few of the Thunderbirds. Our friend Steffie is in town as well. When Steffie found out that Claire personally knew a few of the pilots she started running for the front of the line. She may have even plowed over a kid or two to get to meet these guys. I don't know why. It is not like they are good looking or anything.
I don't know what this guys name is... but does it really matter? If you know who this is please comment. I wonder if his wife reads my blog. If you are his wife and you are reading my blog please comment and tell us all about how your husband likes to take long walks along the beach and gaze into your eyes for hours by the fire.
Do you think they make their flight suits special for them? They sure do fit nicely.
I am actually taking a photo of the plane behind him... he is just in the way. See how he was laughing? I was telling him a joke. Military men like it when women are witty.
Nothing at all.