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Veterans day a couple of days early





So on Sunday, we decided to adventure out to the USS Intrepid in NYC. It was the grand reopening weekend after being serviced in Jersey. The ship had a fresh coat of paint and we rolled up at about 10:30 (which is amazing considering the drive is an hour and half for us non-morning folks). And yes, I mean Reagan and I, not Mel and Ian.

We had access to the hangar deck and started there. They had several WWII planes and later Vietnam/Korea jets on display. Several choppers as well. The rest of the deck was hands on fun stuff like a replica of the space capsule the ship picked up or the A6 Intruder mock cockpit, the cargo nets for climbing and more. It was a six year olds dream.

Ok, a certain 37 year olds too. Being that close to many of the plane I've only seen on posters in my college dorm wall in Florida was thrilling.

After we'd been war machined out, we hiked over to Times Square as Ian really wanted to ride the Ferris Wheel inside the store. woo hoo. Somehow I'd managed to avoid this before, but my luck was destined to run out... Loads of fun. Place was hopping. I got recognized on the street outside by a rapper. Apparently he had seen my "JJ and the Muffin Mix Crew" rap group from the 80s...

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Profe said…
Were you a Top Gun dork like my husband?
11:47 AM
The Big Melon said…
Does your husband have his pilots license? I was in the flight program at FIT when I met him...

I outrank him in dorkiness. At least on this point.
3:01 PM
Anonymous said…
You outrank me in dorkiness, period.

I seem to remember a trip to NY where you came down to spend some time in the city and you tried to get me on that crazy ferris wheel, and no, I don't think that was the trip where you were winking at the check-in guy in the lobby.

Noj nOj noJ
5:21 PM
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