The biggest little warbird show in the west is a heck of a lot bigger than it was back in the day, but it is still hands down one of the best warbird shows anywhere. It would appear the show ending gaggle flight is now a thing of the past, although it was never a great subject for photos. And we weren't exactly starved for things to shoot. Unless you don't find four flyable P-47s interesting, or the Horsemen flying Mustangs and Sabres on the same day. Maybe two B-17s, three C-47s, and at least two B-25s aren't enough to get you off the couch. Maybe a Heritage flight consisting of a P-38, P-47, P-51, and an F-22 Raptor don't interest you. How sad. Forget about another Northrop flying wing, are there any other flying wings in civilian hands anywhere in the world? The only negative I can think of is self induced. I travel alone, and have concluded defending my spot on the flight line comes ahead of wandering around before the show starts. I've come back before to find my chair pushed out of some else's way - some one who arrived, of course, after me. There's also the jerk who set up his tripod across the front of my spot. I've seen him in shoving matches every time I've ever seen the guy. Barring that, there's no better place to be on a Saturday in May.