I thought I was crazy, but I turned around and, sure enough, there it was (alongside a B52 bomber) in the front of an aerospace museum. I still have the framed photos of us all standing underneath the belly of the aircraft.
We bought tickets to the museum and just had the best time that day exploring the nation's aerospace history. That nation no longer exists.
Don’t you think the nation exists but that there has to be someone who is willing to gather the people with the right stuff and git-r-done?