Busy girl.Buffalo had a pair of interesting aircraft. AT11 Bomber gunner trainers ... missing the dorsal turrets ... but still had that ugly glass nos...e. A variant of the Beechcraft 18, they looked ... abandoned. And, more or less ... that’s what they were. Sitting long enough to have nesting Doves in the cowlings and flat and checked tires, I felt sorry for them.Every day I taxied the J-3 Cub past them and generally edged towards them. Forlorn ... they were. A part of American History,. Death by misadventure was the verdict and everybody was happy again. By the time the war was over not only did nobody care but nobody even looked.When it came up for printing ... if it came up for printing ... a book by Andrea Koenigsknecht Slagle Austin Ph.D., possibly entitled The Pacific War, The Enlisted Mans View was going to have "Newly discovered photographs previously unpublished" ... and that would be so cool.Andrea and David were actually spending most of their time during the week on. In the dream he went from one to the other. As he left each one, her abdomen was swollen with his baby. Then he reached for her. She ran away, across a big grassy field, and when he caught her, they were suddenly under their tree, where the blanket was spread out. The can of coke was there, on the blanket, in the middle. She didn't understand that, but the dream didn't give her any information. Instead she was transposed to the picnic table, in the dark, and someone was fucking her. She. . but thus far he had managed to stop thoughts of screwing her from fully forming by repeating those things over and over in his mind. With her straight, shoulder length blond hair, bedroom blue eyes, DD chest, and slim figure she would invoke any man's baser urges... or so he consoled himself whenever he began feeling slightly guilty for his thoughts. "Finish your sentence Deidre," he demanded angrily though he had a pretty good idea what she had been about to say. Sure enough his suspicions.