
"When you're a little kid and you're holding a helium balloon, it has to cross your mind. When you're laying in the grass on a summer day, and you see the clouds, you wish you could jump on them. This is as close as you can come to jumping on them. It's just like that."
I tip my hat to the man who flew 193 miles powered by balloons, following his Little Kid desire to jump on clouds, and reminding us how amazing people can be.

I am not as impressed with these slobs with their patriot shorts and black socks as I am with the man who figured out how to fly, but I am still inspired by their ability to see something as basic as a folding aluminum lawn chair in a different light. They have taken it out of the back yard and given it a new purpose.
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That and macaroni cheese on pizza!
ICK.
funny you should write about the lawn chair brigade. I actually formed one of these in my neighborhood and we marched in the 4th of July parade for 3 years in a row. I took a lot of crap from guys who were not secure with their own sexuality about it being a "chick thing" but I had fun just the same. I had one woman come out of the crowd and sit on my lap while I was relaxing in my folding lawn chair. Now that was FUN!!! :)
Gina, 4 year olds and 17 year olds.
My friend was in a lawn chair brigade. They didn't wear patriotic shorts.
In this house, lawn chairs are routinely broken up to feed the patio heater.
It wouldn't be an adventure.
It would be suicide.