Tam and I spent some time at the Grissom Air Museum yesterday, located right at the gate of the former Bunker Hill NAS ("U.S.S. Cornfield"), Bunker Hill AFB, Grissom AFB and present Grissom Air Reserve Base. (Yes, kids, that's where they keep the reserve air.*)
She's got pictures of planes all over her blog and Facebook, and knows enough about them to talk sense. Me, well, I like to look at planes and I recognize some, but if push came to shove, I'd have to spend a lot of time with flashcards before you could send me out to spot MiGs.
It's a photogenic place:
Snapping the panorama:
I like this, which shows that wasp-wasted high-speed shape to good advantage:
It's a good museum, with seriously interactive exhibits indoors (three cockpit simulators you can climb right in: jet fighter, helicopter and transport!) and a small gift shop with interesting items, most of them child-friendly. And it looks like there's a nice little eatery right across U.S. 31, too (hoping to try it next time I'm up that way).
* My Dad served in the reserve forces, but not the air; when my sibs and I were young, he would ruefully explain, "I was in the Navel Reserve -- four years of spending nearly every weekend plus two weeks a year, sorting, counting and stacking navels." Then he'd make with the thousand yard stare until we'd go away. --The stories got even more deceptive as we got older, since he'd actually worked in a gun turret: "I didn't want to tell you kids, but you see, the Navy trained me as a powder room attendant..."
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