Pizza, Popcorn and War Planes
The last long weekend of summer began with the screech of warplanes. People froze on the streets and stared up at the sky, dumbfounded. No, we weren’t in downtown Kandahar. Air Show. I’d say to my traumatized fellow pedestrians. Whaaat? They’d say. IT’S. THE. GODDAMN. AIRSHOW! I’d say. And then: Email the Mayor! Complain!…