That was the Boss' rallying cry for Saturday. I didn't actually fly one, but I registered all those who participate in this annual event. Some families come every a year. So I started my own family tradition and brought the nephew. We got him a kite [he picked out a blue plane] and away he went. Kites sailing up in the atmosphere, up where the air is clear.
[Hats off to anyone who recognizes that last line!]
So I didn't get much reading done [Sorry my Friday 55 friends!] or writing either. And I'll probably miss Microfiction Monday as well this week as we're going to dinner with the Mom-in-law in a few minutes, meaning I have run out of free weekend time. But I leave you with this thought for the coming week: