First weekend in November we headed to the private airport to visit a WWII bomber plane, a B-17. It was really a pretty plane. I'm not into planes, but this era of planes interest me b/c of the vintage pin-up art that graced the sides of the planes. I really like the Americana story of pilots naming their airplanes after wives, sweethearts & mothers. Sure enough, there was a graceful lady perched on the side of the nose, she had lighting bolts on either side, like she was a force to be reckoned with. They called her the Aluminum Overcast.
Bear wanted to take the tour but wound up taking a flight on this B-17. He was beyond happy.
I took the tour and listed to the visitors, some of whom were veterans, tell stories and reminisce of the missions they had experienced.
Really glad that I went, it was a great piece of history to discover.
