Youngest Member

Clocking in at 4 and 3/4 years old, I'm pretty sure Lucy is the youngest member of the Brooklyn Flyers.

Kite flying can be very tiring.

The HEEZABEAST!

Colin "Heezabeast" Loughlin came to town and beasted it up with the Brooklyn Flyers in Prospect Park. We flew kites I think, but more importantly we invented a game I am going to refer to as "Scream Ball." To play, all you need is a football and some screamy friends.

Rules: One player--the "thrower"--has the ball. All other players run in varying directions and call for a pass by screaming the thrower's name. Whoever screams more or less the loudest gets the pass. Whoever gets the ball is now the thrower.

We left the park and had a triumphant return to my roof for a BBQ, and then into the city for Tru Brit.

...And it was good.

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No way. No. Way.

Now that's a little god damn kite.

Too small, however.

Foxy

Foxy - Cause she's crazy like a Fox.
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Who says you can only fly kites on Sunday?

The park was a little eerie at 7 am but a little before work flying was exactly what this odd Wednesday called for; it was a maiden voyage for Foxy, the successor to Soxs, and true to form, she flew like a mad banshee out of hell and then kept hitting the ground. I got her up a couple of times but never above the trees to where that nice clean air blows. So I took a picture of her on the ground. Why the hell not, that's my theory.

My new idea. Make a mini Delta kite, something with a wingspan of maybe a foot or something, that is completely collapsible and that you can travel with. Wouldn't that be cool? A little tiny baby kite? A little weeny teeny sort of bird like bee sized kite... theoretically, how small can a kite be?

The Moon & The Kite

Let it here be said and taken of note that when flying kites in late afternoon and early evening it is possible that the moon may rise behind the kite as the sun is setting, secreting the park into darkness, and letting the last rays of light illuminate the blues yellows and reds of your kite. if i had been on peyote it could not have been more beautiful.

needless to say, i don't have a picture as i was enjoying it too much to think about much else.

also let it here be said that i have progressed with the fighter kites, an excellent and most spirited kite.

this weekend the trees were not victorious, no, in fact they were losers.

i'm writing a kids story titled The Moon & The Kite

Game Night!

Saturday Night we had some folks over to get drunk and play board games. It was awesome. Balderdash rules. Endless Summer played on repeat in the background all night. By the way, Karl was definitely not posing for this shot.

It's been a few weekends in a row now that I haven't flown my kites, and I miss it.

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