Harumph. The damn Blue Angels are back in town, raising a racket and generally blowing thousand dollar bills into the stratosphere. I remember how they used to make my little bird cower in fear when they were flying over Seattle. I guess this is the first time in three years I've actually been working when they were in town. Why don't they call them the blue devils? We should be all be cowering when they fly over - this is the sound of war taking place, not fun and games.