Back in the Thirties, when I was little more than a rug-rat, we were living in Pasadena, California, and often the Goodyear blimp or another such airship would be growling along overhead. Stately, sort of awe-inspiring. If we kids were indoors, the shout would come from someone outside and we'd all dash out in the front yard and watch the stately passage of this impressive sight.

Then we moved to Seattle in 1940, and I sort of missed seeing this overhead phenomenon. But occasionally, when this area has a local bash such as Seafair or the Gold Cup hydroplane races on Lake Washington, one of these impressive man-made overcasts will appear in the sky.

Still an awe-inspiring sight.

Don Firth