Leo and I set off for the Dayton Air Force Museum early this
Saturday. We had a pit stop, midpoint, for coffees and candy bars.
We enjoyed quiet moments more than on my trip to Old Man’s Cave
back last Autumn. That was covered in my posts about Tom.
I did feel that it was a little too soon for a daylong trip but the idea
came spontaneously. Leo’s invitation was warmly extended and
very sincerely offered. I felt the day was all warm and shiny. This made
me feel some promise for a New Leaf turned or a New Season started.
Leo is Catholic, with both Italian, and English ancestral roots. This
warm, complex man is also open and very authentic. I don’t feel any real
twinges of worry, concern or perception of lies being woven into his
stories. I don’t feel fearful for once of the outcome.
We enjoyed the WWII airplanes the most. I enjoyed little details like the
camisoles made out of flour bags. They gave one the sense of how sparse
the materials were during that time. Also, how stretched the food rations
were. The stories that my parents had told me, along with the versions
we learned in school and from grandparents came more alive with the
very well presented (with preserved artifacts) exhibits.
I was interested in the Red Baron airplane and the British rival plane with
their story told along with both of the countries’ uniforms displayed in
their cases to help create the picture of the men in them.
I liked the Space and Future technology in the area designated ’21st and
beyond’ this century. I especially longed for the NASA patches that I
had sewn on my green khaki “Army” jacket that I sold in 2006 when
all but the bare bones were left of my past life. My brother still has his
own jacket and I guess this was the place nostalgia hit me the hardest.
Missing my father’s stories and little films he would bring home and
show on weekends.
I did think the eerie Stealth bombers, especially one with the Fire and Ice
flap that is for Ohio, were in some weird way, awesome! These air “ships”
looked like huge bats, hung so they appear much different than I expected.
The Northrup Grumman B-2 Spirit has a nose wheel door that I call the
“flap” mentioned above. It has all the signatures of flyers from Ohio painted
I could name much more about the visit and the conversations, but feel a
little reticent on spilling my guts at this point. I know how much many of
the readers of this blog have hope and prayers sent my way. I appreciate
those so much! I believe there are many people much more deserving and
have had many more challenges than I. Almost everywhere I read, there
are much more pressing needs for prayer for children and adults that are
hurting in some way!
We ate on our way home at the Cracker Barrel close to Springfield/Urbana
exit. The food was good and our servers and staff there very friendly. We
enjoyed ourselves and found some laughter in family situations to talk about.
I am hopeful and telling you honestly, Leonardo could be a good man for me
to spend some time with!