In the Great Old Sixties, you took a lot of things for granted.
Among them was the easy availability of balsa-wood airplanes, like the one shown above. These would've been ten cents apiece probably. Ones with rubber-band propellors ran you about a quarter.
These things were so common that on the Fourth of July, we'd tape exploding pop-bottle rockets to them. We'd light the rocket and then THROW that sucker on high. The rocket would ignite and that puppy would zoom around for a few seconds before exploding GLORIOUSLY into a shower of smoky splinters. That was the life!
Well, at somewhere like a TG&Y, around 2015, I came across a handful of similar planes. I think I got these, on clearance, for maybe 50 cents apiece.
After handing several out to the grandkids, I still have a few left.
I kinda hate to open another one!
But I'm sure I will someday.Thanks for reminiscing, see you on Thursday.
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