Sure, right now I'm sitting on the couch watching football, but earlier I was out in the hot sun on a field in the middle of nowhere watching kites, lots and lots of kites. Before Mr. Boone Pickens steals all of our wind in order to increase his personal fortune we're using it to fly kites. It's the annual Callaway Kite Festival and I have pictures.


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Later in the day the giant windsock broke free and raced across the field for its freedom.


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Here is everyone preventing the blankets from blowing away.


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Here it looks like I'm helping to launch a kite but really I'm just trying to prevent it from hitting me in the face.