Busy Summer Weekends

Things really pick up in the summertime around here, so much so that often we are faced with choices as to which event we'll check out, so it's always fortuitous when you can do everything you want over the course of the weekend, and yet still, chances are, you missed something.

So how lucky was I when I got to go into the way back machine and meet General Douglas MacArthur? Now last time I saw him, he was lying in his crypt next to his wife in Norfolk, Virginia. (I bet you didn't know he was buried in Norfolk, am I right? I mean, General of the Army buried in the middle of a Navy town? Thank his southern belle Mother for that, and now you know)

Obviously I'm talking about having gone to the Mid Atlantic Air Museum's World War II weekend in Reading, Pennsylvania where military reenactors, restored to duty aircraft and military vehicles converge for living history presentations. I don't know, but for a guy like me, is there anything better than walking a few steps and visit a German encampment, and another few steps to an American camp, to an Canadian camp, to a Soviet camp?

I know that having been in the Army, I have a hard time wrapping my mind around the idea of voluntarily and without getting paid setting up GP Medium tents and concertina wire and wearing wool uniforms in the summertime, not to mention paying lots of money via buying uniforms, gear and the like for the honor of doing so, but I'm glad these people have this passion, because what better way to connect to our passed than try to live it?

Also, what I'm kind of digging these days is that more women are doing the whole reenactment thing, and not just as WAC's, but just as civilian women on the home front, because I imagine unlike a Civil War era woman with all her petty coats, there is something pretty cool (and comfortable) about the sexy look of 1940's women. Bright red lip sticks, tight skirts, hair done up and cute hats, it's a great look!

So that was Saturday, SUNDAY was Super Sunday in West Chester, and it was great weather for it. They close down Gay and High Streets, put some bandstands on either end, a bunch of vendors in between, and the opportunity to buy that ubiquitous turkey leg or funnel cake, and it's a simple formula for a good time. A good time as obviously had by this guy here, who just can't stop dancing to the cool jazz of a lazy, sunny Sunday in West Chester.