And I'm under the family truckster trying to figure out a funky little rattle. Our house is right in the local airport flight path and the planes fly right overhead. We got back early from Lake Berryessa since we had another engagement. I forgot that there is the annual Memorial Day event at the airport. From a ways off I hear this really loud low rumbling. I scoot out from under the rig just in time to see a huge lumbering B-17 bomber appear and slowly pass overhead. The majesty and history of this plane just takes my breath away. I was a 12 O'clock High fan on TV as a kid growing up and it has always been my favorite plane. As a history buff, I also recognize the tremendous roll this plane played in securing the freedoms we enjoy today. I am not ashamed to admit that I get a lump in my throat and tear up a bit every time I see this piece of history appear in the sky. One of these days I will fulfull my dream of flying in that grand old lady. For all you veterans, and those currently serving our country, you have my utmost respect. And for those that paid the ultimate price for the rest of us, my eternal gratitude. Remember, Memorial Day is just that. Enjoy the holiday, the BBQ, and the booze, but don't forget what the true meaning of the holiday stands for.