Spring New (Emergent) Moon
Ruth and I went to Wings over the Rockies, a museum devoted to USAF planes and some space exhibits. They have a B1A bomber there. It’s a massive thing. It sits at the end of a row of fighters and bombers, all looking lethal in their sleakness, bay doors open for ordnance.
This is an old airport hangar from LowryAFB, now fresh plots of housing, similar in kind to but older than the large community built over the runways of the old Stapleton airport. These two developments are massive urban redesign made possible by the amount of space required by yesterday’s planes for commercial and military use.
Hanging from the ceiling of the museum is a parachute with many open rectangles. Dangling from it is a steel cylinder with a tip and it looks sort of like a very large artillery shell. When underneath it, there is a small circle with an explanation: nuclear bomb. This was a test device for a nuclear weapon deployed with this drag parachute so it could be released at supersonic speeds, presumably from a B1A type plane. It felt Damoclean and standing under it gave me a shiver of cold war angst.
The museum encouraged a conversation between Ruth and me about her Uncle Joseph and my father, also an Air Force man, and his piloting planes in WWII. Talking to this child of the third millennium made WWII seem like ancient history. Seen from her perspective it will be. And my father and mother both served.
Tonight Kate and I are taking Jon and Jen out to Foga de Chao, a good choice for a low carb meal. Lots of veggies and meat. An adult night out, something Jon and Jen don’t get too often.