On Sunday, I was outside looking at the dent on Evan’s car when I heard an unusual sound.  It sounded like several propeller driven airplanes.  I looked up and coming right towards me was a vintage B-17 bomber.  It flew right over my house and was down low enough to see details.  It was awesome.  I remembered that it had been at the airport on display and was apparently flying paying passengers around because it passed over once more (that I saw).

I was further reminded of this time period when I entered Starbucks yesterday and saw a little old man with his VFW cap on with “Korean War Veteran” embroidered on it.  If I was half the man I wish I was, I would have gone up to him and shaken his hand.  And bought his coffee.