Watson digs into the trunk of his car and pulls out a parafoil shaped like a fighter plane. He lets it take off in the stiff wind. My son asks how high he can fly his kites. ''As high as you want. Besides, if you get them too high, you can't enjoy them. Overhead, three kites battle the wind.
Fliers sit in chairs, relaxing, busting on each other when kites crash.
Even the pros suffer the occasional power outage. Rochester Democrat and Chronicle.