Nick, Mike, and I are at Luther Burbank State Park on Mercer Island. The Blue Angels have come and gone. We watched and ate our lunch. The sky is blue and the water's cool but choppy from all of the boats leaving the boom. After the air show, the dogs took over the entertainment. There was one pack of three lab mixes and a Boston terrier. They were chasing toys their people threw. The biggest lab shook his back legs in excitement when he wanted someone to throw it, even when no one was looking. The Boston terrier kept circling with the pack as they went for the toys, but detoured on every return. He eventually came over to our chairs to get petted and sniff for handouts. I had love to give, but no food. He kept swinging by until the other dogs decided I was okay too and then they came to visit. When Mike and Nick got back from exploring, he kept coming around, perhaps hoping that a different audience might have a different answer to the request for snacks.
The dog show is over, but there are a pair of A-10's in the air. The C-130 is lumbering past, no doubt to return to the airstrip South of here. Nick's playing in the choppy water. Mike's trying to sleep in the shade. It's really very peaceful now that the crowds have gone. I could stay here all day.
Thank you for listening, jb
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