Here in Baltimore, once a year we are plagued with the Preakness. It is held around 1.5 miles from our house. When I was a kid our neighbor on the corner would charter buses to shuttle partygoers who would park on our street. Along with that he would sell beer, from kegs. It was nuts and not something we looked forward too. Streets were super busy and folks were super drunk (had beer bottles thrown at me walking home from friends, etc). The only cool part was seeing the cool planes that flew over, like a Stealth Fighter, WWII planes and the good old Goodyear Blimp.
But, in more recent years I have come to dread Preakness because of the Goodyear blimp. We have a very sensitive daughter who does not like loud noises or things out of the ordinary. The several years ago on Preakness day she heard and saw the blimp and refused to leave the house on Shabbos for several weeks. Subsequent Preaknesses have found us stuck at home while the blimp is out (several hours since it hangs out doing who knows what). When I mentioned that tomorrow will be "Blimp" day, my daughter asked "only in America?" YES, BH. (I won't tell her about occasionally supersonic booms from fighter jets, LOL).
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