Earlier today I was going

Earlier today I was going to make a grouchy post about Opening Day and the chaos that was taking place outside of our office, but all that was forgotten at lunch. As Ev and I walked down Townsend, four F-16s screamed low over the ballpark. As the thunderous jets reverberated in my chest, a fifth snuck up from behind and climbed practically straight up into the sun and sped off. As I stood there looking up, I got as excited as a kid, I love jets! Then fireworks, daytime fireworks, ignited with big, billowing clouds of colored smoke and sparkles. You could hear the crowd inside the park cheering, people on the street stopped to absorb the excitement, and all of the sudden I realized the air smelled of hot dogs, big juicy delicious hot dogs. Maybe opening day's not so bad after all.