The Indianapolis 500.
I always wanted to go.
Growning up in Houston, we followed A.J. Foyt. In the '50s A.J. used to race at Playland Park Speedway, about 8 miles from my house, and during races we could hear the engines.
The day of the race, Jeannie and I got on a 7:50 a.m. flight to Indianapolis. We met Pat, a man who goes almost every year, and he showed us the ropes.
Shuttle from the airport to the track, infield tickets, and in time to hear "Start your engines."
At 7 p.m. we flew to Atlanta and ate at the Waffle House.
On Monday morning, we used Craigslist to buy tickets to the Cardinal-Braves 1:05 p.m. game. Before the game for Memorial Day the baseball players and troops stood together on the field.
The Braves lost to the Cardinals, but we met a wonderful lady, Marsha, who sat next to us with her son. Marsha recommended a great local restaurant, Mary Mac's, home of great southern cooking, and we went there after the game.
Then it was back to the Atlanta airport for a flight that got us back in Dallas at 9:45 p.m.