by Patricia Roop Hollinger
Excitement began to build like a crescendo when playing the Rhapsody in Blue on the piano, as I anticipated the Star Spangled Banner event being held at the Inner Harbor in Baltimore, MD.
My husband and I boarded the bus with eighty or so other residents who live in the retirement community with us, all in varying stages of navigation, some with canes adorned in red white and blue.
Overcast skies did not dim the possibilities that the Blue Angels would be flying overhead–this being the awaited-for event of the day.
Boarding the Spirit of Baltimore became a feat in and of itself. Ah! The staff assisting sighed relief when all were seated with nary a trip up the gangplank.
Loud music blasted from the DJ’s quarters. Most of us this age experience waning hearing abilities even without the aid of hearing devices. The possibility of having a conversation over dinner was ruled out as one of the pleasures of the day.
Ah! But we will see the Blue Angels fly overhead. That is the teaser.
Overcast skies became clouds bursting with rain, not bombs, and it trickled through the roof of the Spirit of Baltimore.
“Be thankful it is not bombs,” I said to myself.
Joe Biden arrived at Fort McHenry in a helicopter. The Inner Harbor was lined with people as far as the eye could see and the excitement was palpable, but the Blue Angels did not fly overhead.
Then, it was time to board the bus and return to the Retirement Village. The plodding back to the bus was even slower than the disembarkment.
We arrived home safely, greatly appreciated and watched the Star Spangled Banner event on our TV, under a dry roof, and with a remote that could control the noise level.
Ah! Now this made it a Star Spangled Event.
Patricia Roop Hollinger is a retired chaplain/LCPC. Hospice volunteer, avid reader, cat lover, music lover and now in pursuit of honing her writing skills.