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Rob's avatar

Back in my day, Moffett Naval Air Station was the site of a major air show occurring every year in the middle of the summer. In the early 1980s, I went to one of them. Since I wasn't going to the beach, I did not consider the need for sunscreen, and since I had colossal hair, a hat was out of the question.

I had never before, nor have I ever since, been sunburned like the sunburn I got on that sunny July day. My skin was so red, it was … magenta. The skin on my nose literally cracked, like a Chinese porcelain crackle glaze. Owie.

But the bombers, Orion P-3s, and Blue Angels were boss.

William Moss's avatar

I went to Paly in the '80s and an outbound P3 would fly over the school every few minutes, on its way out to the open sea to look for Russian submarines. I did go an airshow there once, though I don't remember much of it. I also went with my dad to the airshow in the UK in 1882 or 83 to commemorate the Falklands victory. I have a super-8mm film of that somewhere. But the worst sunburn I ever got was at an Al Gore rally in 1992. My whole forehead fell off and I had to wear a bandana for a couple of weeks so I didn't look like a leper.

Terry Crossman's avatar

Just love your writing and wicked sense of humor Will.