Summer Festival in downtown Mesa. The local police department flew in a helicopter for the kids to climb in.
Several bouncy jumps on hand.
As we were leaving, the officers fired up the aforementioned helicopter and flew off into the night to fight crime. Shaw was completely buzzed about it and frankly, the 11-yr old boy in me geeked out too.
Finished off the night with some In-N-Out burgers.
Shaw has been learning how to cook and getting comfortable in the kitchen. He made some greasy tacos for dinner and they were deeeeeee-LISH!
This was the first "jail" in the Arizona Territory in about 1870 if I remember right. It was just a big rock with a spike drilled into it and some shackles. A blacksmith would actually hammer a rivet into the wrist rings to secure the prisoner until a Marshall could arrive sometimes several days later. I hope it was under a tree at least. I have every reason to believe the museum- this is not a replica, this is actually the original "jail rock" for Phoenix.
I know they have rules about amplified music but this was technically not amplified- it was no worse than somebody holding a conversation. This was some great blues! I went back and sat down and listened to 3 or 4 songs and gave him a fiver as a tip and thanked him for the music.