Air Show Productions

10/09/2026

This might be the coolest diner experience in Texas.

09/29/2026

Here at the Cloud Gate “The Bean” @ Millennium Park, Chicago. Designed by British artist Sir Anish Kapoor and inspired by liquid mercury, the polished exterior has no visible seams, capturing the changing sky and skyscrapers.

You can walk underneath its 12-foot central arch into a concave chamber called the omphalos (navel), which acts like a giant funhouse mirror. Not to mention a boat load of Funpics and Selfies!

09/29/2026

Nothing beats the feeling like your on top of the world on The Ledge at the

09/29/2026

Mr. Bill is taking in the sites on The Ledge at The Sears Tower

09/29/2026

Enjoying some downtime at the o

09/29/2026

We like the live on the edge of The Ledge!

09/29/2026

09/28/2026

🎟️ DON’T WAIT — TICKETS ARE LIMITED! 🎟️

The Bomb City Squadron’s 2nd Annual Hangar Dance is coming up, and if you’re planning to join us, now is the time to grab your tickets! Quantities are limited, and once they’re gone… they’re gone!

✈️ Saturday, November 7, 2026 at Tradewind Airport in Amarillo

Step back into the 1940s for an evening of dinner, dancing, airplanes, and fantastic live music by Patrick Swindell & Esquire Jazz!

Doors open at 6:00 PM, with dinner served at 6:30 PM, catered by Shelby’s Diner. Break out your best 1940s look—period attire is encouraged!

🎟️ Tickets: $75 General Admission • $60 Active Military & Veterans • $50 CAF Members

This isn’t your average Saturday night. Come dance in an airplane hangar, enjoy a great meal, listen to some swinging live jazz, and spend the evening surrounded by aviation history.

Limited tickets are available, so don’t be the person asking on November 6th, “Soooo… are there any tickets left?” 😂

Get yours NOW and come dance the night away with Bomb City Squadron! ✈️💃🕺🎶

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09/24/2026

Julie Clark was fifteen years old when her father walked into the cockpit for Pacific Air Lines Flight 773 on May 7, 1964. He was Captain Ernest Clark, fifty-two years old, filling in for the scheduled pilot that day. He did not know it would be his last flight.

A passenger with financial problems and a su***de note had purchased a gun the day before. He walked into the unlocked cockpit and shot Captain Clark. Shot the first officer. Shot himself. All forty-four people on board perished as the aircraft went down.

One year before that, Julie's mother had died in her sleep. Now at fifteen years old, she was an orphan. Her aunt and uncle took her in. The world had just taken everything from her. ✈️

But Julie Clark refused to be broken by tragedy.

She went to UC Santa Barbara. She flew around the world as a TWA flight attendant. Then a car accident scarred her face and the airline grounded her. That forced pause became her moment. She realized what she had always wanted: to be in the cockpit. To be the pilot. To do what her father had done. 💙

In 1967, she took her first flight lesson. Two years later, in 1969, she had her private pilot's license. Then came the hard part. She applied to over forty airlines for a commercial pilot position. "We are not hiring women pilots," they told her, again and again.

Golden West Airlines finally hired her as a first officer. Then she climbed. Every rating. Every qualification. Every certification. By 2003, she retired from Northwest Airlines as an Airbus A320 Captain after twenty-seven accident-free years in the left seat.

But the airline career was only half her life.

Starting in 1977, Julie Clark began flying airshows. She bought a Beechcraft T-34 Mentor for eighteen thousand dollars at a government auction. She named it Free Spirit. She painstakingly restored it. Every component. Every system. She rebuilt that trainer aircraft herself, working for years to make it perfect.

Then she flew it into the sky. For forty-one years, she performed aerobatics at approximately twenty airshows per year. Inverted flight. Heart formations drawn in smoke. Six-G turns. Skimming eight feet above the ground at full throttle with sparklers on the wingtips.

She was the only airshow performer in America flying a T-34 Mentor. Her red, white, and blue Free Spirit became legendary. ✈️

Forty-one years of airshows. Twenty-seven years as an airline captain. Thirty-seven thousand flight hours. Rated in sixty-six different aircraft types. Living Legends of Aviation. Wright Brothers Master Pilot Award. America's National Aviation Hall of Fame.

And it all started with an orphaned girl who refused to let tragedy define her future.

Julie Clark's father died in the cockpit. But his daughter lived in it. She earned her wings in his memory. She flew higher than grief could reach. 💙

The tragedy also changed aviation forever. Captain Clark's death on Pacific Air Lines Flight 773 led directly to the FAA's "Clark Act" in 1967, which required cockpit doors to remain locked during all commercial flights. Thousands of pilots and millions of passengers have been protected by that law ever since. ✈️ 💙