Haze gray and underway

Dear San Fracisco, I posit a riddle to you: What's Red, White and gets rattled easily by unexpectedly loud noises screaming Hell across the sky?

The answer is resoundingly Katy Zwick as she dives for cover, spilling coffee and cheerios all over herself. It was only after this point I learned what the phrase "Fleet Week" meant, and I was left startled, soggy and secure in the knowledge the Cold War hadn't heated up.

For the uninitiated, Fleet Week is when the Navy swaggers into town with all the glamor and glitz that only a branch of the military could muster. They have tours of the ships available and the flamboyant Blue Angels puts on one of their traditional air maneuver displays. I'm told they practice the demonstration in the days prior to the actual event, effectively giving off a wonderfully free show over the city.

And when I say over the city, understand what I really mean is that they fly so low (and often so close to the north bay shore) that they should almost require California driver's plates below their afterburners.

Allan's workload is finally starting to relent, so he's planned a trek up to Alta Plaza for us to watch them this weekend. It should be fun to spend some time outside of brushing our teeth together.