I remember the year Mom and Dad bought us all kites and decided to take us to the levee so we would have a wide open space to enjoy them. The strong March winds were perfect for kite flying and the sun was out, warming things up just a bit. We patiently waited while Dad put our kites together and tied the string to them just so. Frank Jr and I proudly took our kites to the levee and we started running with them, down the ragged path... until they lifted higher and higher in the air... and the breeze carried them farther away from us. Then we stopped and smiled as we watched them floating way above us, rocking back and forth in colorful waves against the blue skies.