Twenty-one F10 Fighters flew over town, concluding President Gerald Ford's burial ceremony. The squadron flew up-river, just above the lingering smoke of the armed salute. As the 21st plane broke off and soared straight into the clear, golden dusk, the crowd standing with us on the Leonard Street bridge watched in hushed reverence (except the young lady in the Honda honking at the stopped traffic. Late for a hair appointment, apparently. We all hope she got there in time. Sorry for the inconvenience.). Thanks to our friend, La Contable, for the picture.
Un humilde ciudadano,
Pepino Suave
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