Have you ever seen or heard of the area on the desert, either AZ or NM, where many of the old WWII aircraft were stowed? If my memory serves me correctly, I recall passing such an area in either 59 or 60. The rows of aircraft went on almost indefinitely. On future Santa Fe trips to Los Angeles and another railroad to San Francisco, I never saw the field of aircraft again. Either they had changed the tracks to bypass the area or they had disposed of the aircraft. If you know anything about this site, please let me know. At the time, the planes were not wrapped in any material, they simply shone a bright silver in the desert sunlight.
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About Me
- HUFFSTUTTER'S PHOTO ESSAYS
- My dad's dad, my grandfather, was nine years old when President Lincoln died from an assassin's bullet. Most people think I am speaking of my GREAT GRANDFATHER. NO, I am referring to my dad's father, my paternal Grandfather, Robert Levi Huffstutter, born in 1856. What does this information have to do with my profile? It might help the reader understand that I have a sense of being much older than I am in that only one generation seperates me from President Lincoln. This causes me to respond differently to society and many current events. In many respects, this is to my benefit, in other respects it dates my mindset. Perhaps this is the reason I value the moral standards and idealogies of older Americans, the men who were the soldiers and sailors I saw when I was a small boy,the men and women who fought a war for freedom without any doubts posted by a media with a questionable lack of national unity and purpose.
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