Sitting between the japanese and german fighter planes from wwii a woman sat knitting
Of all the places she could sit. She chooses, unaware, wwii.
Why not the concord or crop dusters and joy ride aircrafts?
How could she...sit knitting...only to look up or sideways or backways and find these in her view.
Our minds capable of such greatness. The engines, design, space, simply (not so simply) flight. These things amazing. And yet, this museum is war...missiles, warheads, destruction. Good ideas, joyful creative life giving ones turned into weapons.
This is what they do...turn what is the best within into chaos and destruction.