Our wonderful Air Force

I made an outstanding blooper in yesterday’s account of our lives. We had square danced with the Beelis in the afternoon. They are much better than we and plan to take us to their evaluation ceremony Tuesday night. The only problem with their dancing at home is that each of them wants to talk at the same time and, although they are much better than we, they have many disagreements about how the different calls go. We had a great time though after we caught on to what the caller was saying.
Monday was rainy again, but we went in for French toast that the girls had made for breakfast. We packed our lunches and I drove the Suburban to the Air Force Museum next to Wright Patterson Air Force Base. I can’t describe everything but can say there are 3 HUGE Quonset buildings that are full of airplanes from various eras in history. They begin with the Wright brothers and go up through the wars—WWI, WWII in Europe, WWII in the Pacific, Korea and Viet Nam—and through the space program and the cold war period. There were actual airplanes, many of them bombers and cargo planes, inside the hangars. There were displays and videos capturing the temper of the times. There was a huge display about Bob Hope and his many shows for the troops throughout times of conflict. I explained to the grandchildren that he was one of the greatest patriots we have ever had but was born in England. We were also able to go on to the AFB itself and see the presidential displays of several planes used by the presidents—many were Air Force 1 during their time. We were able to walk through the planes themselves. Most of us ate our packed lunch in a small sheltered pavilion on the grounds. It was replete with memorials to various air force wings throughout history. We opted against going to the IMAX theater because the shows were nearly an hour long and would have taken about 1/5 of the time we had to spend. We left in the rain and drove around Dayton looking for an Oriental market that had rice noodles. When we found it, I turned off the car while Emily shopped but couldn’t restart the car. We pushed the truck to a Firestone store closeby and found that the starter had to be replaced. This took time away from the plans we had for the evening. I took us out to Burger King for supper and then we came home. I learned that our front left tire was flat and will have to be removed tomorrow morning and taken for repair. Andrew went off to what I thought was debate practice, but Noah had to forego his 4-H meeting to do some sanding on the windows in the kitchen. I found our spare tire and will be ready to change the tire when the proper jack is brought out from the barn. I tried to clean out the back of the Saturn but don’t have the proper tool. I came into the motor home, removed the heater we no longer need and worked on the computer until Evelyn returned. Andrew had not debated but looked for a basketball game. Finding none, he crawled off into a dark gym and went to sleep.