I drove mom back to the Indy airport with Alex and Missy yesterday. It took nearly all day. I was determined to find a place for Alex to watch planes, and the only place I could find (and anyone knew about) was the top of the parking garage. So we went there. Missy didn't care and Alex watchjed 1 plane then just wanted to run around and climb the wall around the edge of the garage. We headed up US-31 on the way home, and there seemed to be something going on at the old Grissom AFB. I swung by to check it out and it turned out to be the Festival of Flight. Alex wanted to stop and look at the planes. I was about to tell him no, we can't stop to look at the planes, when I thought, why the heck not? So we stopped and went to the festival. Some fighter jet did a low flyby just as we were walking around, which scared Alex a lot (didn't bother Missy) but he recovered, especially when we got the the displays you could go inside. They have an old jet with a tunnel formed by the air intakes in one of the museum buildings, and Alex crawled through that thing over and over. He like sitting in the planes too. Once on the way again, we took the long way home through Plymouth so I could drop off the bugs I collected in Fort Wayne a couple weeks ago at my cache.