Papillion Days

Papillion Days, am I right?

If you're from where I'm from, you know the spectacular display of people who gather at City Park.  Every possible version of people.  (Which is why some introverts stay away from places like this, because of all those hundreds of people, they know many of them and don't want to have to put on a face to talk to those other people in a superficial, suburban, "my-kid-knows-your-kid", "I taught your kid", "apparently, you're my neighbor (oops!)" sort of way, and inter-personal drive-bys are suddenly, directly in your face.)

Music and mosquitoes.  Loud noises and off-the leash pre-teen nuisances.  Extortion-level cost to ride and exhausting pressure to pay the extortion.

All in all, good times, right Papio?

(To be fair, I did see a bunch of extraordinarily cool planes that (I think) the air force base was trying to show off.  I don't see a bunch of fighter planes in formation very often.)