Clara's Corner

Thursday, May 25, 2006

This B24 fighter Bomber was on display at our local airport yesterday. It was open so you could go inside the plane. They were doing rides the day before that cost 400.00 for 45 minutes. I'll tell you one thing. You won't see me flying in it...even if I had the money. One reason, it seemed like a shell that was about to fall apart and another reason there was a jug sitting outside the plane for donations and it said, "Please make a donation, I'm having engine trouble." Now who would fly in that plane after reading that? LOL But it was nice to see.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...: You did it Clara.

Your pictures look great to me. I don't see what the problem is.; 5:26 PM
Marci said...: I agree with Robin, I don't see a problem with your pictures. =); 5:27 PM
Patty said...: I love your blog Clara. I love to fly but think I would pass up on that ride : ); 11:44 PM

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