The year must have been 1981. The summer was hot and my brother and I were totally bored during our vacation stay with our grandparents. We found an old zombie movie on my grandparent's 27 channels of that fairly new wonder we call cable television. We'd just settled down on the couch and the floor. Grandma was in the kitchen making supper. We heard our granddad come in thru the backdoor and stamp the garden dirt off one last time for kicking his shoes off in the back hall. He entered the living room and looked at us in disgust.
"You kids turn that crap off!"
"But, granddad, zombies are cool!"
"I'm paying for this cable and I'm not watching zombies!"
"OK, granddad, we can watch something else."
"I don't know why you are so mad. Zombies aren't real."
"They aren't real to you. Put the Braves game on!"
Granddad had been a pilot during World War II and we did what he said. I didn't think anything more about it. But, last week, I saw his old bomber, a B-29, sitting out in front of an Atlanta airbase.
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| The Tail of a Z Bomber |
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| Front view of the B-29 Bomber "Sweet Heloise" |
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